Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

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“Good morning, Evelyn, Clara,” Mrs. Gable said, placing her leather purse on the counter. “It feels like winter is coming on fast today.”

“We have the fresh rye ready for you, Mrs. Gable,” Clara said, reaching for the paper bag behind her.

She used the bread slicer with a smooth, practiced motion, her hand resting lightly on the continue reading …