Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

pulling it down slightly over his eyes.

“There are four more of these empty bottles in the bottom of the bin, Mabel,” he said.

“They are buried under the paper towels.”

I looked down at my hands, my thumb working against my palm again.

“Arthur has been working late shifts to get the autumn orders ready,” I said, though a cold spot started to form in my continue reading …