Three Bags of Cashews and a Dishonest Sister In Law at the Wedding

“We need to find out who is buying it first,” Arthur said, turning back toward his car. “I will call my contact in Columbus first thing in the morning.”

I stood on the porch as his red taillights disappeared down the street, leaving me in the cold autumn quiet.

I looked back down at the document, my eyes tracing the official corporate stamp.

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