"I buried a nickel under the
porch when I was 8, she said,
but one day my grandma died
& they sold the house; I
never got to go back for it.
A nickel used to mean
something, I said.
She nodded. It still does, she said & she started to cry."
From: MOSTLY TRUE - Collected Stories and Drawings by Brian Andreas
Monday, May 02, 2005
THE VALUE OF A NICKEL
Posted by Jack Miller at 5/02/2005 09:17:00 AM
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