Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

standing up behind me.

“No,” I said, watching the driver’s side door swing open. “That’s Arthur’s sister’s car, but he’s the one driving it.”

He didn’t get out right away. He sat with his hands on the steering wheel, his face pale under the shadow of his gray hair, staring at the locked bottling shed door.

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