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

it?” Clara asked, leaning forward.

“Nothing, sweetheart,” I said, sliding the check into my cardigan pocket. “I just need to run an errand before the bank closes.”

Arthur was sitting behind his heavy oak desk, polishing his reading glasses with his silk cloth when I walked into his office. He did not put them back on until he had finished wiping both continue reading …