Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

Diana looked up as I entered, her eyes bright with that quick, energetic spark that always reminded me of Beatrice.

“Look at this, Aunt Evelyn,” Diana said, pointing the pencil at the monitor. “These are the pre-orders for the weekend harvest baskets.”

“Are those from the people in town?” I asked, leaning over her shoulder to see the screen.

“Three of continue reading …