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

closed it, and handed the entire package to Clara. She took it, tucking it under her arm like a prized possession.

They stood there for another minute, their breath forming small white clouds in the autumn air, before Howard offered a brief, formal nod and walked toward his own vehicle.

I sat in the dark car, the engine idling quietly, watching Clara continue reading …