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

Beatrice has a right to her money.”

She did not finish her slice, leaving the yellow cake half-eaten on the plate.

At eleven that night, the bakery was completely silent, the flour dust hanging still in the pale glow of the streetlamp outside. I walked into the small back office to turn off the coffee maker that Clara had left plugged in.

On her small continue reading …