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

red pen marks from my dining room table shining under the bright boardroom lights.

“Four thousand dollars was taken from our main account in three separate withdrawals over the summer,” I said. “On June twelfth, July third, and August first.”

“Those were standard business expenses, Martha,” Clara said, her voice dropping into a whisper.

“They match the continue reading …