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

on the books, I could lose my pension. I have three years left before I can retire to the lake.”

“I would never ask you to risk your job, Gary,” I said.

“I know you wouldn’t,” he said, turning his clipboard over to write a note on the back. “But Beatrice knows the system. She knew exactly which buttons to push to make sure you couldn’t continue reading …