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

to polish her spectacles with methodical, circular motions. “I did not come to bake.”

I watched her through the steam rising from the hot water faucet. Her face looked smaller without her spectacles, her eyes pale and watery in the grey light from the window. The limestone walls of the kitchen, built back in nineteen sixty-eight, felt continue reading …