Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

get you to sign yesterday.”

I looked out the window at my blue Buick parked by the curb, its rusted bumper catching the gray afternoon light.

“We have to stop him,” I said.

“The legal deadline for the tax foreclosure is November first,” Diana said. “That is only five days away.”

“We need to see Arthur again,” I said.

By six o’clock, the autumn wind had continue reading …