Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

” I said. “We cannot let your money sit in our debt.”

“The Autumn Festival is in two weeks,” Arthur said. “The town will be full of visitors, and people will buy every loaf you can bake.”

I took the pen from his hand.

“I will sign it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I wrote my name next to his.

Arthur did not smile, but his shoulders relaxed continue reading …