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

can run this place without us?” she asked.

“I am not by myself,” I said.

She looked through the glass window into the kitchen, where Sarah was currently wiping down the prep table with a damp cloth. Beatrice nodded once, a small gesture of agreement that required no further words.

“I should get to the station,” she said.

I walked her to the door, holding continue reading …