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

He cleared his throat twice before he spoke, his eyes darting toward the garage. “Beatrice is at the beauty parlor in town. She is getting her hair done for the rehearsal dinner.”

“I just came to drop these off,” I said, pointing toward the side patio door. “I thought you might like some warm rolls for lunch.”

He nodded slowly, looking down at his boots.continue reading …