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

open, and Beatrice walked in, her heavy brown wool coat buttoned to her throat. She carried a small leather suitcase and a paper bus ticket tucked into her gloved hand.

She stood near the display case, looking at the fresh loaves of bread, then pulled her apron from her pocket and began to polish her glasses with the hem.

“The bus to continue reading …