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

and no Beatrice to cover the flour bills when the winter slowdown hit in January. I had no business partner, and no emergency fund left after paying the bank fees. Every dollar would have to come out of my own physical labor, bag by bag, loaf by loaf.

I opened the old handwritten family recipe book, turning to the page where my mother continue reading …