Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

heavy wooden roller, its surface smooth from forty years of grease and flour, and set it near the edge of the slab.

“The county paperwork is in the safe,” I said.

Clara did not look up immediately. She adjusted her silver watch with her thumb, leaving a white streak of flour on the metal band.

“I owed him forty thousand dollars,” she said, her voice dropping continue reading …