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

her eyes moving toward the platters of candy. “Do you think you will ever bake with her again?”

“I don’t expect so,” I said, looking at the golden light reflecting off the white chocolate. “Some recipes are meant to be made alone.”

The band began to play a soft, slow waltz, the violin notes carrying through the warm room.

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