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

my pocket and held it out to her. “Howard gave me this at ten. Clara signed it behind my back.”

Beatrice stopped stacking. She took the document, her eyes scanning the signature line before she pulled her glasses off and began polishing the lenses with her apron hem.

“She is trying to find out what the building is worth, Beatrice,” I said. “Why would continue reading …