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

toward his private office at the end of the hall. “Howard, bring your files in here.”

Howard walked past me without looking up, his briefcase clutched against his ribs.

Clara did not follow them. She walked as far as the leather couch in the reception area and sat down, her purse resting on her lap.

The hardware store owner, who sat on the bank’s advisory continue reading …