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

looking at the address. “Arthur’s been getting a lot of mail from you lately.”

“He helped me with some reading,” I said, keeping my voice low. “He has a very good eye for small print.”

“That he does,” Brenda said, tearing a white postage label from her machine. “Three dollars and eighty cents, Martha.”

I reached into my coin purse and pulled out the exact continue reading …