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

“Thank you, Martha. Things have been a bit hectic around here lately.”

“Is everything alright, Donald?” I asked.

“Just the usual,” he mumbled, his voice dropping as he turned back to his leaves, his rake scraping the dry ground in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.

The patio door was unlocked, sliding open with a soft hiss that made my chest tight. Inside, the continue reading …