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

hovering a fraction of an inch above the signature line on the third page. “She always was quick to run when things got difficult.”

“She was afraid,” I said. “You made her afraid by telling her the bank was going to lock us out.”

She wrote her name on the line, the ink dark and sharp against the white paper. She did not look at me as continue reading …