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

lenses to his satisfaction.

“Let me see it, Martha,” he said, holding out his hand.

I placed the blue cashier’s check on his desk blotter.

Arthur adjusted his glasses and leaned over the paper, his finger tracing the typed memo line. He let out a soft, whistling breath through his teeth.

“This is not a gift,” Arthur said, looking up at continue reading …