Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

way,” I said.

Clara stood up, her knee bumping the underside of the desk so hard the metal hummed. She looked out the small high window that faced the alley, her jaw set.

“There is no other way,” Clara said.

By three in the afternoon, the Oakhaven Diner was mostly empty, the smell of grease and stale coffee hanging thick in the warm air. Diana was waiting continue reading …