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

terms, Beatrice, because it is not a gift,” I said, my voice steady but soft.

Donald looked down at the paper, then back up at me, his mouth twitching at the corners. “Martha, please. Just take the money and let Clara have her wedding. Beatrice is under a lot of pressure right now.”

“She tried to trick me, Donald,” I said.

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