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

the corner of Locust Street before I shifted my car into drive.

When I got back to my dining room, the house was cold, the furnace clicking on with a low, dry sigh in the basement.

I walked to the kitchen and poured a cup of black coffee from the pot I had left on the burner, the liquid bitter and lukewarm.

I carried the cup back to continue reading …