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

resting my stiff knuckles on my knees to keep them still.

“Why seventy-two?” I asked.

“That was the year your father passed,” Arthur said, pulling out a document printed on heavy, yellowed paper. “Your mother had the lawyer restructure the entire partnership to protect the three of you.”

He slid the document across the low table, his index finger pointing continue reading …