The farmers’ market food was good, but the weekend was a difficult one to get through. Bradley started the Hexabee Honey article six separate times before giving up and going with his original beginning. He called Lance a few more times, not expecting him to answer and never reaching him anyway. He stared at the jar of honey he’d left on his counter, the yellow-gold hexagon sticker leering at him like an eye every time he entered the kitchen.
Shay must have added it to the bag when he’d packed up Bradley’s food, and now he didn’t know what to do with it. He wasn’t supposed to accept gifts from people he interviewed. Had Shay offered a taste, that would have been different, but a whole jar? Bradley considered giving it to a neighbor. He considered taking it back to the farmers’ market next
