As Marjorie left the grocery store, she noticed two little kids, maybe six or seven years old, selling candy bars in front of the store to raise money for their school band.
“I’ll buy a chocolate bar on one condition,” she said to the boys. “You eat it for me.”
True to her word, Marjorie bought one and handed the candy back to the boy.
He shook his head. “I can’t,” he said.
Looking her directly in the eye, he responded gravely, “I’m not supposed to take candy from strangers.”