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

back to the table where our coats were piled, reaching into my canvas bag for my notebook, but my hand hit a crumpled piece of paper Clara must have cleaned off her clipboard earlier. It was the printed email addressed to Beatrice, sent by someone named Marcus Vance at a national snack distributor.

The subject line read: Final Valuation continue reading …