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

price listed at the bottom of the page was fifteen thousand dollars.

My chest tightened as I stared at the date, realizing the implications of that summer afternoon. I folded the document in half, the stiff paper resisting my grip, and walked out into the cold October air.

The drive back to Locust Street took less than five minutes, but the streets of continue reading …