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

only going to stir up trouble.”

“It is my business too,” I said, sealing a bag of Clodhoppers with a red twist-tie.

“Just leave it be,” Donald said, finally looking up but avoiding my eyes. “For Clara’s sake.”

The Maplewood Community Center kitchen was cold, drafty, and smelled of old floor wax. Clara held the end of the yellow measuring tape against continue reading …