Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

holding them against my apron.

The five-thirty rush was starting, the bell above the door chiming as Oakhaven residents stopped in for evening loaves.

Clara and I worked side by side behind the glass display case, placing sweet rolls into brown paper bags.

The flour-dusted landline phone on the wall behind the register rang twice before I could reach continue reading …