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

as he aligned the new brass lock with the wooden frame of the back door.

“I built this business with you,” I said, my voice steady but dry.

Clara patted her hair, her eyes scanning the copper measuring cups hanging on the wall. “Maybe it is time we let younger hands take over the baking, Martha. We are not as young as we used to be.”