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

fingers touching the cold glass of the display case.

“Who are the new owners, Jerry?” I asked.

“She wouldn’t say,” Jerry replied. “Only that they were a national snack food distributor and the papers were already drawn up.”

Arthur took the prospectus from my hand and folded it into his breast pocket. “Thank you, Jerry. You’ve been very continue reading …