Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

neat, face-up stacks.

“You are imagining problems that do not exist,” Clara said.

“I saw the envelope, Clara,” I said, my hand resting on the cool glass of the display case. “Diana saw it too. You gave him a payment.”

She closed the register drawer with a sharp click that sounded like a gunshot in the empty room.

Clara turned her back continue reading …