Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

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Evelyn answered the door, her green knitted shawl pulled tight around her shoulders against the afternoon breeze. Her face was pale, her eyes small behind her spectacles.

“Mabel,” she said, stepping back to let me into the hallway. “I was just making some peppermint tea. Frank’s having a hard afternoon with his throat.”

“I brought something continue reading …