Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

the door, and then withdrew the key, holding it out to me on the palm of his hand.

“It is yours, Evelyn,” he said.

I took the key, the metal cool against my skin, and slipped it into the deep pocket of my coat. My fingers closed around it, finding comfort in the weight of it.

“Thank you, Arthur,” I said. “For the loan, and for… well,continue reading …