Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

“Clara is paying him to keep him quiet about something.”

Diana leaned back against the brick wall of the storage room, her pencil resting on her knee.

“Aunt Evelyn, there is something else I need to tell you,” Diana said, her voice dropping.

“What is it, dear?” I asked.

“I got a formal offer from the marketing firm in Chicago,” Diana continue reading …