Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

initials scratched into the metal near the hanging loop.

“He threw it down the drain pipe so we wouldn’t see the scale was set to two hundred degrees,” I said.

“It’s still calibrated,” David said, squinting at the red line inside the tube. “The mercury didn’t separate.”

I rubbed the brass with my thumb, feeling the deep groove where Carter’s pocket knife continue reading …