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

amber pole light.

Near the far edge of the asphalt, Clara’s blue sedan was parked next to a black luxury car.

Clara stood by the open passenger window of the black car, talking rapidly to Howard, the bank loan officer.

Howard was dressed in his grey work suit, and as I stepped closer, he adjusted his red tie.

I walked toward them, my continue reading …