Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

the digital receipt for a three-loaf order of Clara’s special cinnamon twist.

“I told the manager in Chicago that I wouldn’t be taking the position,” Diana said, her voice dropping to a quieter, more deliberate tone.

I looked down at her, my hand resting on the back of her chair. The yellow pencil stopped twirling, resting flat against the desk.

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