My Son Left Me Alone at the Bakery Until the Business Account Was Suddenly Locked

the warm water looking at the old shelves and the scarred table and the copper bowl and the starter bubbling by the sink, and the young women moving carefully through a room that had once seemed to be shrinking around me.

A few weeks before Christmas I found a photograph tucked behind a stack of recipe cards. Raymond and me in 1987, standing in front continue reading …