“Entonces ve a ver por ti mismo”.
“He knows what I look like. Everyone will behave perfectly if I walk through the door.”
I went quiet.
Then an idea occurred to me.
“What if they didn’t recognize me?”
Denise stared at me.
“Frank, what are you planning?”
“Quiero saber cómo tratan a alguien que no puede pagar una comida cara”.
She called the idea ridiculous.
Maybe she was right.
But I had to know.
The following afternoon, I visited a thrift store across town.
I bought an old brown jacket with a damaged pocket, faded jeans, a gray knitted cap, and worn boots.
The entire outfit cost eleven dollars.
I stopped shaving for a couple of days and left my expensive watch, wallet, and wedding ring at home.
Inside my jacket, I carried only my phone and four dollars in small bills and coins.
When Denise saw me, she shook her head.
