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

did not ask for a hug, and I did not offer one. She picked up the heavy box, her arms wrapping around the cardboard, and turned toward the door.

She walked out into the cool October evening, the latch clicking shut behind her.

I watched her through the plate glass window as she walked toward her car, her figure growing smaller under the streetlamps. continue reading …