Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

of deteriorating paper. At nine o’clock in the morning, the yellow fluorescent tubes overhead hummed with a low, irritating vibration that seemed to settle right behind my eyes.

Arthur sat beside me in the narrow alcove, his shoulder brushing mine as he adjusted the focus wheel on the microfiche reader. The green light from the screen cast long, pale continue reading …