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

the deal.”

I adjusted my ring again, the metal cool against my skin.

“I do not want to see you in court, Beatrice, I just want what is fair for my daughter,” I said.

She let out a short, ragged breath that looked like a puff of steam in the cold autumn air.

“Then we go to Arthur’s office,” Beatrice said, slamming the trunk lid down with a dull, heavy thud.continue reading …