Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

from the Buick. I reached inside and pulled out the old brass flour sifter, its mesh screen slightly grayed with the ghost of forty-year-old flour.

Clara turned her head quickly, her watch catching the light as she moved her arm. “Evelyn, what are you doing with that?”

I did not answer her. I turned the brass sifter upside down, showing continue reading …