Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

anyway,” I said, leaning against the wooden counter.

Diana dropped the pencil onto the ledger sheet and looked up at me. “My friend in Chicago called again this morning. They want to know if I can start by the middle of next month.”

I looked at her, wanting to tell her to go, to save herself from the sinking ship we were steering. But before I could continue reading …