had used the final few dollars on slime supplies and had been complaining about being broke ever since.
“I didn’t need money,” she said through a mouthful of ice cream.
“Why?”
“The ice cream man gave it to me.”
At first, I didn’t think much of it.
Maybe he had an extra one.
Maybe it had started softening and couldn’t be sold.
Maybe he was just being nice to a neighborhood kid.
I told Ellie to thank him next time.
Then I told her to wash the strawberry mess off
