Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

“You just hid the real combs in the tractor barn so you could sell them on the side to the specialty shops in Savannah for cash.”

Arthur didn’t deny it. He just looked at me, his mouth twitching at the corner. “Mabel, please. If this goes to court, I won’t have enough to pay the lawyer, let alone the bank.”

“If we go to court, the continue reading …