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

out the bulk flour and checking the commercial baking sheets for the next morning’s order.

Tonight, there were no orders to fill.

I opened the pantry door and looked at the top shelf, where the last ninety-nine pound box of cashews sat.

I reached in and measured out exactly one cup of the nuts, their pale, curved shapes spilling into continue reading …