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

if the account is still locked,” Clara said, her hair twirling around her finger. “Can we still afford the reception?”

“We will have our candy on every table,” I said.

I turned back to the counter, my fingers tracing the rim of the blue ceramic bowl.

The drive to Beatrice’s house took twenty minutes under a sky that had turned the color of wet slate. continue reading …