Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

reached down to clear the drawer where we kept the spare register tape. She stopped, her hand disappearing under the metal cash box.

“What is this?” Diana asked.

She pulled out a thick, unmarked white envelope. The envelope was sealed with glue that had dried yellow, and Clara’s name was written on the front in thick block letters.

“Leave that on the continue reading …