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

over my shoulders to block the morning chill.

There was one last errand to run before the day grew too old and the post office closed for the afternoon.

I picked up the small, square metal tin of candy from the counter and wrapped it in a layer of brown packing paper.

The tape dispenser made a sharp, clean sound as I sealed the edges of the paper, folding continue reading …