Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

thousand four hundred dollars,” Arthur said, his voice dropping to a low, urgent murmur. “It is just to cover the freight deposit for the Atlanta distributor.”

“I need to see the ledger first,” I said, sliding the papers back toward him.

“We do not have time for bookkeeping lessons, Mabel,” he said.

“Then I am not signing,” I said.

Arthur stopped tapping continue reading …