density on this, Mabel. The bubble doesn’t even want to move.”
“We’re taking three of these jars down,” I said, my voice steady. “We’re going to let the truth rise to the top of the bottle, David. We just need Harold Vance to see what the real harvest looks like.”
David nodded, carefully lowering the jars into a burlap sack. “We’ll need to be careful.continue reading …
