Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

voice quiet and precise. “This is exactly what Carter used to bring us every October.”

She handed him his change, her fingers steady as she tucked the bills into our metal cash box.

“My Henry had a spoonful in his warm water this morning,” she whispered to me after Mr. Henderson walked away. “He didn’t have that awful coughing fit he had last week.”

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