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

“And I saw the appraisal paper you signed for Howard.”

Clara patted her hair immediately, her fingers smoothing a stray gray lock behind her ear. “It is a matter of simple arithmetic, Martha.”

“You did it without telling me,” I said.

“We cannot buy Beatrice out with the cash in the register,” Clara said, pausing to let her words hang in the quiet room.continue reading …