— Ma’am, this is a very expensive restaurant. You can’t afford it.

— I know, but I have money, — the woman replied calmly.

Reluctantly, they seated her at the farthest table, almost by the wall. The guests sitting at tables with white tablecloths exchanged curious glances — who was this old lady who dared to come here, where only rich people dined? It seemed as though the very atmosphere of luxury and brightness rejected her presence.

When the waiter approached, the woman looked up and quietly asked:

— What’s the cheapest thing on the menu?