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

him.

“Martha,” he said, clearing his throat twice. “I told you last night, Beatrice is resting. She isn’t up for visitors.”

“I’m not here to see Beatrice, Donald,” I said. I pulled the copy of the trademark document and the Delaware registry page from my coat pocket. “I’m here to talk to you.”

Donald looked at the papers in my hand. continue reading …