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

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She reached into the pocket of her cardigan and pulled out a small piece of blue paper. It was a cashier’s check from the Maplewood National Bank, made out to me for exactly three thousand dollars.

“This should cover the florist deposit,” Beatrice said, holding it out between her two fingers. “Consider it a gift from Donald and me so the girl continue reading …