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

seal, and tossed it back down onto the table.

“You are making a mountain out of an old piece of paper, Martha, when we should be focused on the wedding guests,” she said, her acrylic nails tapping a rapid, sharp rhythm against the dark wood.

“The bank account is locked, Beatrice. We have seventy-five dollars in cashews sitting on my counter and a caterer continue reading …