Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

my palm, rubbing the joint where the arthritis burned brightest. Three of our oldest regular customers, including Martha Vance, stood clutching their canvas bags, waiting for me to answer.

Arthur stepped right between us, his leather loafers clicking on the warm asphalt. He tapped the glass face of his gold watch with a quick, rhythmic click, his eyes continue reading …