The market empties out. Lanterns come on along the colonnade. Reva pulls the leather flap down over her stall and opens her ledger by the light of one small candle. The prices for today are written along one row: twelve, three, eight, five, seven. Five small items, five small marks.
Her first question, always: how many things does she carry these days? To answer it she will ? the prices, which tells her how many items are in the list.
Her second question is what she'd earn if she sold one of everything she owns. For that she will ? the prices, adding them all into a single total.