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

of some urgency to resolve, Martha,” Howard said, his voice flat and formal.

I wiped my hands on my apron, my fingers stiffening with a dull, familiar ache. “What kind of urgency, Howard?”

“The bank has reviewed the outstanding balance on the nineteen sixty-eight mortgage,” he said, opening the brass clasps of his briefcase with two sharp clicks. “Under continue reading …