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

the table, my arthritic fingers gripping the plastic tightly, and laid it across the paper.

The official stamped deed transfer paper lay on the kitchen table.

I did not sleep that night. By eight the next morning, I was standing behind the front counter of the bakery, the flour dust hanging in the morning light like tiny silver flecks. The first batch continue reading …