Three Sisters Divided Over a Limestone Bakery Built in Nineteen Sixty-Eight

slightly.

“We have to look at the numbers, Martha, not just the history,” she said.

She closed the recipe book firmly, her palm resting on the cover as if to keep me from opening it again.

After dinner, I walked down to the corner to drop the property tax bill into the bank night slot.

The Oak Creek Bank parking lot was mostly empty, lit only by a single continue reading …