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

her finger, staring at a blank envelope.

“Where have you been, Mom?” Clara asked as I closed the door. “The florist called again. She said if we don’t have the deposit by Monday, she has to release the roses to another wedding.”

I sat down opposite her, the paper Arthur had printed for me resting in my lap. I did not want to show her how my hands were continue reading …