Golden Honey Jars on a Sunny Counter in Sweetwater

in those blue drums.”

“He will not let you near those drums, Mabel,” Evelyn said, her hand resting on the edge of the table. “He has the only keys to the old tractor barn now.”

“Then we will find another way,” I said.

She looked at me for a long moment, the tightness in her shoulders softening just a fraction. “The county inspector is coming to the school continue reading …