Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

you were forgetting things, and I let him. I should have known better.”

“He is very good at making people doubt themselves,” I said.

“Frank’s throat is worse,” she said, her eyes fixed on the empty table. “His blood sugar is still erratic. If that honey is not pure, it is poison to him. We need to send a sample to the state lab in Athens.”

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