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

dispute was closed, and the paper trail was no longer needed for a trial.

I pulled it out and set it on the counter between us. It felt surprisingly light. “Take it,” I said.

She picked it up, cradling it against her chest before dropping it into the cardboard box on top of her sweaters. “Thank you.”

“You need to go, Clara,” I said.

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