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

and the blue folder, leaving her to lock the front doors while the sun began to set behind the limestone buildings across the street.

The house was cold when I got home, and I did not bother to turn on the furnace.

My dining room was quiet at nine o’clock, the only light coming from the single brass lamp on the heavy oak table. Outside, the autumn wind continue reading …