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

them.

“Four thousand dollars in total,” I said, my finger resting on the last entry. “All taken while I was in the kitchen doing the baking.”

“It is a clear breach of fiduciary duty,” Arthur said, writing the dates on his pad. “As a co-owner, she cannot use the business account as her personal pocketbook.”

I reached into my pocket and felt the stiff cardboard continue reading …