Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

make a partner of you, Diana,” I said. “A real partner, with your name on the filings.”

“I’d like that,” she said, her fingers returning to the keyboard to log the next delivery address. “But only if I get to keep the yellow pencils.”

I left her to her work, the steady clacking of the keys following me out into the hall like the sound of something new continue reading …