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

streetlights.

It was Clara and Howard.

They walked slowly toward the parking lot, their heads bent close together in conversation. Clara was wearing her good wool coat, the one she usually saved for church on Sundays, and she was carrying a small leather clutch.

Howard stopped near the driver’s side door of Clara’s sedan, adjusting his red tie with his continue reading …