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

started arriving in those windowed envelopes. The flour dust rose between us, catching the first pale yellow beams of the morning sun as they cut through the small window above the sink.

“We are sisters first, Martha, let us put this disagreement behind us,” Clara said, her voice quiet as she folded the dough over itself.

“I want to believe that, Clara,continue reading …