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

the corners down into neat triangles.

I wrote Arthur’s office address on the front in black marker, making sure every letter of his name was as neat as I could make it.

The post office would be quiet at noon, which was exactly when I wanted to be there.

The gravel in the post office parking lot crunched under my shoes as I walked toward continue reading …