Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

today, Evelyn,” Mrs. Gable said, looking from me to Clara.

“We are just busy preparing for the winter orders, Martha,” I said, offering a small, practiced smile.

As soon as the bell on the front door jingled and the shop fell quiet, I stepped up to the counter next to my sister. The smell of yeast and warm sugar still hung in the air, but it felt heavy continue reading …