Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

to need every pan we have,” I said. “And we are going to need more flour.”

Clara adjusted her watch, her jaw tightening.

“We do not have the money for flour, Evelyn,” she said.

“We are going to bake for the Autumn Festival,” I said. “Every hour the ovens are allowed to run, from now until the weekend.”

“With what capital?” Clara asked.continue reading …