Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

my voice sounding smaller than I wanted.

David looked at me, his eyes wide with a quiet hurt under the brim of his cap. “Mabel, you know what is in those tanks.”

“Just go back to the shed and finish the labeling, David,” I said.

He adjusted his cap, turned, and walked out of the office, his heavy work boots dragging on the gravel outside.

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