Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

us, the steam rising into the warm air. A small, hand-painted sign on the wood-paneled wall listed the price: Coffee, two dollars and fifty cents.

I slid into the vinyl seat across from her, the warmth of the diner a relief after the cool autumn wind.

“Did Clara agree to the baking schedule?” Diana asked, leaning forward.

“She is preparing the ingredient continue reading …