Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

on Maple Avenue having died down to a few cars heading home for dinner.

Inside, the bakery was dark, except for the small nightlight over the ovens and the warm glow of the computer monitor in the back office where Diana was finishing the weekend route.

We built this place to last, and it is going to stay right here.

I looked down the street, toward the continue reading …