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

of yeast rolls was already cooling on the wire racks behind me, their golden tops smelling of sweet wheat.

At exactly nine o’clock, Clara walked through the front door, and she was not alone. Howard followed her inside, his leather briefcase held tightly against his wool coat. He adjusted his red tie, sliding the knot up to his collar continue reading …