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

with a clouded title,” Arthur said. “They want clean land, not a lawsuit.”

I stood up from the table and walked toward the public telephone booth near the back stacks.

I slid a coin into the slot and dialed the corporate number printed on the back of the card.

The call went through three transfers before a man with a dry, professional continue reading …