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

top of her invitations. “She registered the Clodhopper name thirty years ago. She did it without telling me.”

Clara picked up the paper, her eyes scanning the official seal at the top. “But how could she do that? Your signatures are on all the original kitchen leases from nineteen eighty-two.”

“Look at the bottom of the trademark application,” I said,continue reading …