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

sold your share,” I said, laying the folded paper on the flour-dusted table between us. “Three months ago.”

Beatrice stopped rubbing her glasses, her fingers freezing against the white cotton. She did not look at the paper, keeping her eyes fixed on the empty muffin tin.

“She told me you agreed to it, Martha, she said it was the only way,” Beatrice said,continue reading …