Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

directly to the buyer upon execution of the deed.

“He would own Beatrice’s recipes,” I whispered.

Diana stopped twirling her pencil and looked at me, her face serious.

I looked out the front window, where the gold leaf lettering of the bakery sign reflected the gray afternoon light.

The county records basement smelled of damp concrete and eighty years continue reading …