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

table. The room smelled of the damp autumn air coming through the screen door and the faint scent of peppermint on Arthur’s breath.

“I spent last night looking through the business filings your mother left behind,” Arthur said, adjusting his reading glasses. “The nineteen seventy-two papers are the ones that matter.”

I leaned forward,continue reading …