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

with our monthly receipts and the property tax bill. The lobby was quiet, with only one teller working the drive-up window and the smell of stale coffee lingering near the velvet ropes.

Howard sat behind his massive walnut desk, adjusting his red tie with one hand while he flipped through a thick document bound in blue plastic. The air in his office continue reading …