Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

you sure, Diana?” I asked. “That was a significant opportunity for you.”

“Chicago has enough marketing consultants, Aunt Evelyn,” Diana said, looking up to meet my eyes. “They don’t have a bakery that has been on the same corner since nineteen thirty-eight.”

She reached out and touched the old blue recipe notebook that sat on the corner of the desk, continue reading …