The college’s bookstore stayed open later than usual on the final night before break, much to Arin’s advantage since her Uncle was sure to keep her extra late—without pay, of course. 

Ten minutes until closing and Arin hobbled in with a stack of books almost up to her chin. The entrance to the store had two security alarm posts blinking with green lights at the top, ready to scream and yell if anyone pulled one of the precious textbook treasures past the posts unpaid. 

As Arin approached the doors, she closed her eyes and the lights at the top went out. 

Once she passed through, she opened her eyes and the lights popped back on. 

One by one she put the books back on the shelves and exchanged them from the 301 version to the 302 version. 

With a whole new stack of books in hand, she walked toward the exit. Over at the counter a young man checked out some poor student’s books. He swiped a card for $873.92.