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

of townspeople had walked. I took them slowly, holding the banister with my good hand while my boots made a dull thud against the stone.

The heavy oak door to the boardroom was closed, but the brass handle turned easily enough when I pushed against it with my elbow.

Inside, Clara sat at the long mahogany table next to Howard, who was continue reading …