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

to four, the glass cases sparkling under the fluorescent lights. The sweet smell of baking vanilla sponge filled the front room, a batch I had started right before leaving for the bank.

Clara was standing behind the register, counting the remaining vanilla cupcakes and arranging them on a silver tray with paper doilies.

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