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

and pulled out our mother’s gold locket, setting it gently on the wooden counter between our mugs. “I want you to have this back, Martha. I did not keep my promise to you about the bakery shares.”

“Keep it,” I said, pushing the gold chain back toward her. “You are moving to Oregon to live with your daughter. You should have something continue reading …