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

was barely louder than the wind. “We all have to make adjustments, Martha. The bakery has been struggling since the spring, and we are not as young as we used to be.”

“Did she offer to buy your share?”

A delivery boy pushed a rack of clean coats into the dry cleaners next door, the metal wheels rattling on the threshold. Beatrice stopped continue reading …