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

anymore. My hands are too stiff.”

I paused, watching the steam rise from her mug.

“I want to hire you as my assistant,” I said. “I will handle the recipes and the oven, but I need your younger hands to do the heavy kneading.”

Sarah’s eyes widened, and she set her spoon down with a soft clatter.

“You would let me work in the limestone kitchen?” she asked.continue reading …