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

of the physical cost of running the ovens alone, a secret I had hidden from both of my sisters.

I was the sole owner now. Every square inch of the limestone building belonged to me, from the heavy wooden joists in the basement to the tin ceiling in the retail room.

But the mortgage belonged to me too. There was no Clara to split the monthly payment, continue reading …