Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

of Third Street, her yellow pencil twirling between her fingers as she walked. We walked past the pharmacy and turned toward the Oakhaven Diner, where the smell of grease and chicory coffee drifted through the heavy glass door. The wind was cold, carrying the first real chill of late autumn down the valley.

We did not go inside to buy a cup of coffee.continue reading …