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

want you to bring every bank statement from the last three months.”

He stood up and adjusted his woolen cap.

“And Martha,” he said, turning at the door. “Do not tell Beatrice you have this.”

By one in the afternoon, the tall windows of the Oak Creek Library were dark with rain. The smell of old paste and damp coats hung in the air of the reference section.continue reading …