Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

” Diana asked.

I did not answer her.

I folded the paper small and slid it deep inside my coat pocket, where my fingers curled around the rough edge.

The next morning, the pocket of my coat felt heavier than it should have as I sat in the green leather chair across from Arthur Pendelton at Oakhaven Savings. The room smelled of old paper and the chicory continue reading …