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

the photo album.

“I think I will,” I said. “But only when I want to.”

She stood up, smoothing her sweater, and set the album on the porch table.

“I should get back,” she said. “We still have three boxes of gifts to unpack in the living room.”

“Go on,” I said, reaching up to pat her hand. “I will see you for Sunday dinner.”

I watched her walk down the path,continue reading …