Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

rimmed with red, her pale skin looking translucent in the bright porch light.

“His blood sugar went up past three hundred within an hour of taking two spoonfuls,” she said.

“He was shaking so hard he could barely hold the sheets.”

My left thumb began to rub against my palm, a dull, familiar ache starting in the knuckle joint as my hand tightened.

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