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

felt heavy in my pocket, almost useless.

The phone on the sideboard remained silent, Clara apparently unaware that I had spent the morning at the courthouse.

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was nearly seven.

I got back into my car and drove toward the town square, parking half a block down from the Oak Creek Bank building. The continue reading …