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

the cool wood. “The front door keys are on the desk.”

“I left them,” she said, reaching out to touch the corner of her cardboard box. Her fingers traced the cardboard seam. “Martha?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Can I have the old red ledger?” she asked.

I looked at her, surprised by the request. The red ledger had been sitting on the shelf under continue reading …