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

take the five thousand,” Donald pleaded, holding out a white envelope. “It will cover the florist and some of the food.”

“We are hosting the pre-wedding dinner at the Maplewood Inn on Thursday at six,” I said, ignoring the envelope. “I expect you to be there.”

Donald stared at me, his hand dropping slowly to his side.

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