Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

of clear tape. She did not hand it to him immediately; she held it with both hands, her silver watch catching the weak autumn light through the window.

“She is giving him something,” Diana whispered.

Clara slid the envelope across the Formica table, her fingers resting on the paper for a long second before Frank covered it with his palm. He did not open continue reading …