Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

with his index finger, three fast clicks against the glass.

“You should have thought about the supplier before you signed for those six drums of corn syrup,” I said, keeping my hands in my lap so he wouldn’t see my knuckles swollen from the damp weather.

He leaned forward, his hands flat on the polished oak table, his fingers twitching toward his cuffs.continue reading …