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

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“You didn’t mention Arthur was coming, Martha,” Donald said.

“Arthur is an old friend of the family, Donald,” I said, slowly adjusting the silver wedding band on my finger until the cool metal sat square against my knuckle. “It didn’t seem right to leave him out of a family dinner.”

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