Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

“And the apiary?” she asked.

“It’s mine again,” I said. “Mine and David’s, if we can pay the back electric bill before they cut the wires.”

Evelyn stood up, her knees stiff as she walked to the cupboard by the stove. She reached behind a tin of lard and pulled out a small blue envelope. “This is from the school retirement fund. It’s six hundred dollars.continue reading …