Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

stepped out into the hallway, holding a sheet of cream-colored paper with a fresh mark on it.

He walked toward us, his boots clicking on the marble, a small, tired smile on his face.

“It is official,” Arthur said, holding the paper so we could both see it.

The county treasurer stepped out behind him, holding the heavy metal seal in her hand. She pressed continue reading …