The 20 Dollar Bill

The 20 Dollar Bill

Friday: Soup kitchen line at 5:45 P.M:

I was the fourth woman on the Ladies First line. A grey-haired pony tailed lady was in front of me. We had been chatting about finding warm places to hide in during the day. Sometimes, when you are somewhere, they come up to you and ask: What are you doing Madam? I’ve seen that, I answered, shaking my head. They don’t want you there.

A well-dressed man wearing a dark overcoat approached the pony-tailed lady. What is this place? He looked at the long line of men, then at us women. It’s a church. A soup kitchen. The man was holding something in his hand. Here, he said. The woman touched the bill. Thank you. The man nodded and walked away.

The girl in front of the woman turned around: What did he give you? A flyer? No, the lady said. He gave me money. How much? Curiosity tempted me. How much? I asked. The woman showed me the bill. $20, I told her. Congratulations. The woman looked up at the sky. It’s been a while since I got anything. I needed this. God sent it to me.  

 

 

Friday: Soup kitchen line at 5:45 P.M:

I was the fourth woman on the Ladies First line. A grey-haired pony tailed lady was in front of me. We had been chatting about finding warm places to hide in during the day. Sometimes, when you are somewhere, they come up to you and ask: What are you doing Madam? I’ve seen that, I answered, shaking my head. They don’t want you there.

A well-dressed man wearing a dark overcoat approached the pony-tailed lady. What is this place? He looked at the long line of men, then at us women. It’s a church. A soup kitchen. The man was holding something in his hand. Here, he said. The woman touched the bill. Thank you. The man nodded and walked away.

The girl in front of the woman turned around: What did he give you? A flyer? No, the lady said. He gave me money. How much? Curiosity tempted me. How much? I asked. The woman showed me the bill. $20, I told her. Congratulations. The woman looked up at the sky. It’s been a while since I got anything. I needed this. God sent it to me.  

 

 

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