But her sister had noticed people washing cars a few weeks earlier at a Central Fresno gas station. She urged Quintanilla to call and see if they could do the same. The owner said sure, but asked for a small fee and urged them to be frugal with water.

So Quintanilla and 20 or so family members set up folding chairs and lined up buckets of soapy water early on a Saturday morning in September. It was hot that day, over 90 degrees in the afternoon, and a light dusting of ash was blowing into the valley from the Rough Fire. It was a good day to find dirty cars -- and a miserable day to be out in the elements.

Quintanilla sat in a minivan while her children, cousins, aunts and uncles washed the pickup trucks and station wagons that rolled in. The 41-year-old is disabled; she has survived two strokes and suffers from high blood pressure and diabetes. Doctors have advised her not to work and warned her against exerting herself. “I’m like, ‘OK, tell me what I need to do. I need to be here for my kids. Tell me.’ ”

Many of these same health problems led to the death of Quintanilla’s mother. Just like her daughter, she suffered a string of chronic health issues, including diabetes. When she came down with a bad infection, her body ultimately couldn’t fend it off. She was in the hospital for a month before she died of sepsis. Quintanilla wonders if her mother’s fate could become her own. She says her brother jokes, “You’re probably next.”

When she can, she thinks back to a happy memory of her mother. “I never asked her age 'cause my mom used to tell people she was younger,” she says, in a fit of laughter. “My mom was in her 60s but she said she was 50.”

By about 4 p.m., Quintanilla says, they had washed around 75 cars and raised close to $600. But they still had a long way to go: Cremation services would cost at least $2,500. “We wanted to view her, but it costs more money,” she says. “Everything does.”

They still probably made more money than they would have from begging. “The biggest donation we got was $150,” she says, choking up. “I think everybody’s been generous."