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

current house, Martha. We have two weeks before they take this place too.”

“How much is the corporate buyer paying her, Donald?” I asked.

Donald looked down at his boots, the rake head resting in the dirt between us.

“One hundred fifty thousand dollars,” he whispered. “The deal closes the Monday after the wedding.”

I stood there in the cold yard, the wind continue reading …