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

was sitting right in the open keyhole of the top drawer.

I glanced back through the glass door, seeing Donald’s back turned as he piled leaves into a brown paper bag.

I pulled the drawer open, the wood creaking in the quiet house. Inside, under a stack of blank stationery and some old bridge scorecards, lay a thick blue folder with the name of the local continue reading …