Viv, Epilogue - About a year or so later. The recently unemployed custodian parked her car outside an ATM kiosk, and withdrew the remainder

of her funds - some $457.   Nearby, a lenghtening queue of people were either mumbling, grumbling, and in general impatiently jostling one another.  While up front, people leaving the temporary set-up, were all smiles, as they flashed to one another their newly acquired "ezy scan."

"Mommy?  Where we goin?"

"Somewhere nice Baby, somewhere..."  The out-of-work, and ineligible-for-UC ex-janitor pulled out onto the street, turned onto the highway, and headed west.  Fortunately, there was enough gas to get her and her child half way to a place, a certain small midwestern town, that she had heard about.

The End.