Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

slightly as he took the paper back.

“I will have the certified check ready by three,” he said.

I stood up, the leather of the chair creaking in the quiet room.

“Now I have to tell Clara we are baking,” I said.

The smell of cinnamon and yeast still hung in the empty kitchen when I walked through the back door of Maple Avenue Bakery.

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