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

of the photograph. “You can’t even tell we made them in a drafty home kitchen.”

“Everyone loved them, Mom,” Clara said, her eyes turning toward the garden where the marigolds were starting to fade. “Aunt Beatrice’s friend, that corporate buyer, he kept asking where he could buy them.”

“Well,” I said, “he will have to buy them from the corporation now,continue reading …