Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

reached into her canvas bag, pulling out her yellow pencil and twirling it between her fingers.

“We are doing the right thing, Aunt Evelyn,” Diana said. “But if Clara finds out we are digging into her personal business, she is going to lock us both out of the kitchen.”

“She has already locked us out of the truth,” I said.

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