Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

a heavy, final sound.

“We need to talk about Richard,” I said, setting the photocopy of the mortgage document directly over her stacks of paper bags.

Clara did not look up from her work, her fingers continuing to slide the paper bags into neat rows. She adjusted her silver watch, her thumb pressing hard against the clasp.

“I have two continue reading …