No sooner had I just put the big honking brace on my foot to settle down for the night, than I heard a shriek from La Madre's room. The damn brace is extremely cumbersome, but I managed to hobble hurriedly, tripping only slightly, over to the source of the wails.
Turns out, the quarters lying on La Madre's dresser were the last 6 or so state quarters, and were marked with the D and S of the Denver and San Francisco mints, and the quarters were acquired almost fresh off the minting machines. Apparently on the days that the quarters come out, La Madre rushes over to the tellers from the loan department at the credit union where she works, to get the new quarters from the different mints.
And here I thought they were just spare quarters lying around for bus money...
So now I have to figure out a way to make it up for stealing collector-item coins.