Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

notice said we have until November first,” I said. “That is only ten days.”

“Ten days is plenty of time for Frank to lock us out,” Clara said, her short sentences sounding like dry twigs snapping. “He already has the paperwork drawn up.”

I set the brass sifter back on the wooden shelf, lining it up with the blue recipe notebook that sat nearby. The metal continue reading …