Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

I brought in the extra supply.”

“It is fraud, Arthur,” I said.

“It is business,” he said, picking up the yellow paper slips and tapping them against the desk. “And without those sales, you would not even have enough money to pay the taxes on this land.”

“The health inspector has already analyzed the batch,” I said, my voice steady. “They found sixty percent continue reading …