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

this one.”

It was a picture of the dessert table at the community center, the light catching the crystal platters we had borrowed from the church.

On the platters, the white chocolate candy looked like small, irregular snowballs, stacked high and dusted with a tiny bit of salt.

“They look beautiful,” I said, my finger tracing the edge continue reading …