Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

cheap rice syrup to our regular customers. That’s why Frank’s blood sugar spiked.”

Evelyn’s jaw set, her fingers tightening on the wool of her shawl. “I’ll call him from the kitchen phone. I’ll tell him he needs to be at the apiary driveway at ten tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you, Evelyn,” I said.

I walked back to the apiary. By half past continue reading …