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

went to the post office,” I said, sitting down beside her on the cold wood of the porch step. “What do you have there?”

She opened the book, the heavy paper pages turning with a clean, heavy sound.

“The photographer sent the digital proofs this morning, and I printed out the best ones at the pharmacy,” Clara said, pointing to the first page. “Look at continue reading …