Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

clinked against the wood, a small, hollow sound in the early morning quiet.

“We are not giving up this kitchen, Clara,” I said.

She did not look up from her dough. “Then you had better find forty thousand dollars by tomorrow noon, Evie.”

By eleven o’clock, the autumn wind was kicking up dry leaves across the plaza outside the Oakhaven County Courthouse.continue reading …