Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

in a way I had not seen since the summer.

“We should begin the preparation for the weekend orders,” Clara said, turning back toward the kitchen door. “We have forty loaves of sourdough to prep before noon.”

I followed her into the back, the smell of yeast and flour welcoming us both as we crossed the threshold.

At one o’clock, the kitchen was quiet again,continue reading …