Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

hundred more bags to count before the weekend rush, Evelyn,” she said.

“The county records office has the secondary mortgage on file, Clara,” I said. “Forty thousand dollars.”

Clara stopped counting, her hand resting flat on the stack of white paper. Her shoulders went rigid under her blue cotton shirt, but she kept her face turned toward the wall.

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