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

the spoon.

“It only takes a teaspoon,” I said, pouring the heavy nuts into the bowl.

Clara stopped stirring and looked at the calendar hanging on the pantry door. “The caterer called again while you were out. The next installment is due on Friday.”

“I am handling the bank details tomorrow, Clara,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

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