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

a man in a gray work shirt unpack a set of brass lock cylinders from a cardboard box. “What are you doing, Clara?” I asked.

“We have to secure the premises, Martha,” Clara said, her voice dropping into another dramatic pause. “The insurance company requires it now that the transition is official.”

The locksmith did not look at me, his metal tools clinking continue reading …