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

said jewelry would just sit in a drawer.

I stood there a while holding Marissa’s three-page list.

Then I folded it, set it on the counter, and poured myself a cup of coffee.

The stool by the east window was where it had always been. Raymond used to sit there at five-thirty with a mug in his hand while I shaped bread, reading the local paper out loud like continue reading …