Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

on the wall remained silent, though it felt like a threat.

“We need to go to the county building,” I said. “There has to be a way to delay the tax foreclosure.”

Clara did not answer, her attention already turning back to the work table. She picked up a metal bench scraper and began dividing the dough into exact, even portions.

“The tax continue reading …