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

plastic barrel cold against my fingers. I turned to page three and saw my name typed neatly under the line, next to Clara’s.

“Does Clara need to sign this too?” I asked, looking at the empty second signature line at the bottom.

“Clara has already given her verbal consent to the terms,” Howard said, shifting a stack of manila folders on his desk and avoiding continue reading …