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

with his blue silk cloth before putting them back on.

“Do we know who is representing them?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the leather chair.

“A man named Mr. Vance,” Arthur said, pointing to a name typed at the bottom of the disclosure sheet. “He is scheduled to attend the pre-wedding family dinner at the Maplewood Inn this Thursday.continue reading …