"You take this money and you give it to the man over there and you get two tokens. You understand?"
Returning with the coins she took them from my hand but didn't let go of me. I was taller than her but she held my hand anyway.
The shopping bag she carried was from Macy's Herald Square, though we hadn't been there today. Grandma always saved her shopping bags and kept them neatly in a drawer by her sewing machine for trips like this. Right now it contained the sweater which I refused to wear but she insisted that I take.
"You'll catch a chill and get sick," she reasoned.
I can't argue with grandma.