Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

tracing the edge of his paper napkin.

By five o’clock, the kitchen was quiet except for the hum of the Hobart mixer spinning on its lowest setting.

Diana Vance stood at the deep metal sink, twirling a yellow pencil between her fingers while she watched the hot water fill a large stainless mixing bowl.

“Clara left early,” Diana said, tossing the pencil continue reading …