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

steps for a moment, talking to the sign maker and pointing toward the upper windows. Then she turned back to the door, pulled a new key from her pocket, and slid it into the lock.

The brass key turned in the front door lock, cutting me off from my kitchen.

The physical ache in my right hand did not let me sleep, so I spent the dark hours of the early continue reading …