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

Both are true, and I have stopped trying to choose between them.

Most mornings I unlock the front door myself. Turn on the case lights. Line up the croissants. Check the till, check the starter, run my hand once over the counter Raymond sanded smooth before Evan was born.

Then I start the coffee.

They come in around six-fifteen. The men from the VFW.continue reading …