Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

his watch, his face hardening as he pulled the document back.

“If the account freezes, we cannot pay David for his labor this week,” Arthur said.

“David will understand,” I said. “He knows we have to keep our books straight.”

“This is about survival, not paper-shuffling,” Arthur said, his voice rising enough to make the loan officer at the next desk look continue reading …