Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

with quick, jerky movements. She adjusted her silver watch, pulling her sleeve down to cover the metal band.

I picked up the old brass flour sifter from the shelf, its metal surface cold against my palms. I began to wipe the dust from its rim with a clean kitchen towel, keeping my movements slow.

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