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

walking, her gloved fingers reaching up to adjust the thick plastic frame of her glasses.

“She said she could get me a lump sum,” Beatrice whispered.

“How much?”

Beatrice pulled off her knit glove with her teeth and began polishing her lenses with the corner of her wool scarf, her eyes squinting against the bright autumn light. “It is enough for what continue reading …