Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

to slice a loaf of bread with slow, deliberate precision.

By eleven o’clock the next morning, I was sitting in Arthur’s living room with a cup of black coffee that had gone completely cold.

Diana sat on the edge of the floral armchair, her yellow pencil tapping against her knee while Arthur adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses.

An elderly man with a leather continue reading …