Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

been so distance lately, Evelyn,” she said, her voice dropping. “My mind has been in other places.”

“It is beautiful, Clara,” I said, tracing the edge of a yellow square.

“We need to keep going,” Clara said, her short sentence landing hard in the quiet room. “No matter what.”

She turned back to her pastry tins, leaving me with the weight of the quilt continue reading …