Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

salt-rising bread for their Sunday dinners.

“They are going to drive all the way here for bread?” I asked.

“They don’t have to,” Diana said, a small grin spreading across her face. “Arthur said we can use his old blue Buick for the Saturday deliveries until we find a small van.”

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