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

glisten under the kitchen light.

The sweet, rich scent of vanilla and warm dairy began to rise from the pot, filling the small room and drifting toward the hallway.

“We need ninety pounds of candy by Thursday afternoon,” Clara said, her pencil hovering over her legal pad.

“Then we had better get started,” I said, reaching for the switch on the old stand continue reading …