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

the hum of the fluorescent lights. “I have the transfer documents from the last five years.”

I took the warm, stapled pages from her hand and carried them back to the bench. The first page was the original deed from nineteen sixty-eight, signed by my mother and father in thick black ink.

The second page was dated August twelfth of this year, exactly continue reading …