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

lease.”

“The lease cannot be transitioned,” I said.

I walked to the table and placed the twine-bound stack on the polished wood directly in front of Mr. Vance. Beside the papers, I set our mother’s leather-bound handwritten recipe book, its spine cracked and its corners soft from decades of grease and flour dust.

Clara patted her hair, her eyes shifting continue reading …