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

the cold concrete.

“Clara is looking at franchise agreements, Beatrice,” I said, keeping my hands deep in my coat pockets to hide the stiffness in my fingers. “I saw her laptop in the back office last night.”

Beatrice did not look at me. She kept her eyes on the display window of the dress shop, where two mannequins wore identical wool coats. Her voice continue reading …