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

leaning his broom against a stack of peat moss. “You look like a woman on a mission.”

“I need your heaviest aluminum baking sheets, Jerry, the half-size ones that will fit in a standard residential oven,” I said, keeping my purse tucked firmly under my arm.

“We have the heavy-duty commercial ones in the back aisle,” Jerry said, gesturing continue reading …