Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

is my private business,” Clara said.

“It stopped being private when you put a lien on the building Beatrice left to both of us,” I said. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You would have panicked,” Clara said, her voice dropping to a sharp, decisive whisper. “You always look for the safest exit, Evelyn, but there wasn’t one.”

“So you went to Frank Miller instead,continue reading …