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

her steps quick and easy, the way they used to be before the wedding plans took over her nights.

By six in the evening, the blue shadows of the maples had stretched across the back lawn.

I went back into the kitchen and turned on the small light over the stove, leaving the rest of the room in darkness.

It was the hour when I usually started measuring continue reading …