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

to help with the counter.”

She kissed my cheek, leaving a faint scent of lavender perfume behind, and walked out into the morning light, her heels clicking on the gravel.

The flour on my hands was dry and stiff by the time I walked down Main Street to the bank.

I arrived at Oak Creek Bank at ten minutes past one, carrying my blue folder continue reading …