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

she do that unless she wanted to change things?”

Beatrice spoke in her low, soothing whisper. “Martha, there are things we have to consider as we get older.”

“We have the holiday orders coming up,” I said. “We have forty-two years of history in this limestone.”

Beatrice set her glasses back on her nose, the wire frames crooked. “I need to think about continue reading …