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

to frost the bottom pane of the kitchen window, turning the streetlights outside into blurry yellow smudges. The limestone kitchen was quiet, empty of the heavy, familiar hum of the nineteen-fifty Hobart mixer I had sold to pay the bank fees. I stood by the primary worktable, staring at the thirty pounds of flour waiting to be worked into yeast dough,continue reading …