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

on the town page,” Brenda said, sliding the package onto her scale. “Clara looked beautiful in that white lace.”

The red digital numbers on the scale flickered and stopped at one pound, three ounces.

“This is going to Arthur’s office on Main Street,” I said. “Just the regular mail is fine.”

Brenda tapped her pen against the counter, continue reading …