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

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She reached over and patted my arm, her hand warm and reassuring, the sisterly affection feeling real for the first time in months.

“I will close up the shop tonight,” Clara said, taking the brass bakery keys from her pocket and laying them on the counter. “You go home, have a nice dinner, and rest those hands.”

I took the check continue reading …