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

her glasses and began polishing them with her apron hem, her fingers moving in quick, nervous circles over the glass. “She told me you agreed to it, Martha, she said it was the only way to save the business.”

I looked at the locket, the gold surface scratched from years of sitting in our mother’s walnut jewelry box. “You gave me your word, Beatrice,continue reading …