“Where have you been” he said, “I’ve got all these five cent pieces for you. I need you to change them for me. The supermarket won’t let me use them to buy my things and I’ve got that many of them.”
“I hate 5 cent pieces. If I put them in my pocket I get holes and then the gold coins fall out. If I bring them down tomorrow will you come by so I can give them to you. You’re my money laundress you know.”