'I'm Not Home,' He Said.

The woman was much older than she had thought, almost grandmotherly with flowing white gray hair and a severe under bite. The first card the manager swiped was declined. She didn't dare attempt four of the others, one had been cancelled by the bank and another had expired. And so she walked out with only one working credit card, now a hundred and 50 dollars nearer its limit,. With no source of income, but her husband's standing between her and bankruptcy.