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

she set the pen down, the metal cap clicking against the desk. Her fingers lingered on the desk blotter for a second, then she pulled them back and tucked them into her coat pockets.

“I need to pack my things from the back desk,” she said.

“You have until five,” I said. “After that, I am changing the locks.”

I picked up the signed paper, the sheet still continue reading …