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

bills, placing them on the counter.

“Did you put some of those Clodhoppers in here?” Brenda asked, her eyes twinkling behind her reading glasses. “Because I can smell the white chocolate right through the paper.”

“Just a small batch,” I said. “To say thank you for his time.”

“He will appreciate that,” she said, slapping the label onto the package. “He’s continue reading …