Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

notice was filed six weeks ago,” he said.

I stood up from the metal stool, the legs scraping loudly against the linoleum. The sound echoed down the narrow hallway of the records office, sharp and sudden.

“I am going back to the bakery,” I said.

The drive across town in my blue Buick was quiet, the autumn wind rattling the loose passenger window every continue reading …