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

to leave the receipt.”

She smiled, her shoulder brushing against mine as she reached for more flour from the cedar bin. “We have always found a way through the hard seasons before, and we will find one now.”

We worked in silence for another twenty minutes, the only sound being the rhythmic slap of dough against the wood and the steady hum of the ovens continue reading …