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

then at me, before picking them up and slipping them into her apron pocket.

“I will be here at four-thirty,” she said.

“Five is early enough,” I said.

The oven timer buzzed, a sharp, clean sound that broke the quiet of the late afternoon. Sarah turned back to the kitchen, pulling on the heavy insulated mitts to slide the hot wire racks out of the oven.continue reading …