Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

shadows across his wool vest and the edge of his collar.

“The index for nineteen ninety-four is on the second tray, Evelyn,” he said, his voice quiet in the empty room.

I reached into the small plastic storage box and pulled out the next sleeve of film, my fingers cold against the plastic. On the glowing glass screen, the hand-written continue reading …