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

throbbed with a dull, hot ache that had kept me awake since three, but I did not stop wiping. Every movement felt heavy, but the stainless steel had to be free of yesterday’s flour dust before the humidity from the radiators turned it into glue.

The back door clicked open, letting in a draft of October air that smelled of wet asphalt and fallen oak continue reading …