Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

you the courtesy of a head start on packing up the kitchen.”

Diana stood frozen, her eyes wide as she looked at the white paper sitting on the counter. Frank opened the door, the cool evening air rushing into the warm room.

“We built this place,” I said to his back, but he was already stepping out onto the sidewalk.

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