Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

it.”

“We have to protect what Beatrice left us, even if it means changing how we do things,” Clara said.

She slid the notebook into her leather handbag and snapped the brass clasp shut.

“Why would we lock up the lemon sponge recipe after thirty years?” I asked.

Clara did not look up as she stacked the last springform pan. “Because times continue reading …