Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

orders now,” I said. “She doesn’t know about the redemption filing yet, but she is ready to work.”

Diana took a sip of her coffee, then set the mug down, her yellow pencil lying forgotten on the table next to her notebook.

“I called Chicago this afternoon,” she said, her voice dropping.

I felt a small chill, looking at her face.

“The continue reading …