Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

“Richard’s lawyer called yesterday. If the transfer is not made by tomorrow, they are handing the note to Frank Miller.”

“Why Frank?” I asked.

“Because Frank has the cash to buy him out immediately,” Clara said, her voice flat. “And Frank wants the land.”

I looked down at my hands, feeling a cold knot form in my stomach. The flour-dusted landline phone continue reading …