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

the glass doors, holding the small package against my coat.

The air outside carried the sharp, clean scent of damp autumn leaves, the kind of November day that makes you want to keep your collar turned up against the wind.

Inside, the small lobby was warm and smelled of old paper, cardboard boxes, and the sweet glue from the packing tape.

Brenda, the continue reading …