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

bank was closed, its brick facade dark against the evening sky, but a single light was burning in the corner office.

I waited in the shadow of the brick library across the street, the car heater blowing warm air against my knees.

At ten past seven, the glass doors of the bank opened, and two figures stepped out onto the concrete plaza under the sodium continue reading …