Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

pushed up on his nose, his eyes fixed on the county treasurer who sat at the head of the table.

Clara sat to my right, her left hand resting on her silver watch. She did not look at Frank, but her jaw was set so tight I could see the muscle twitching near her ear.

“The petition is quite straightforward, Mrs. Gable,” Frank said, his continue reading …