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

I need to do next, Martha. I have to think about my own future now.”

“How much, Beatrice? Did she give you a number?”

She slipped her glasses back on and turned her face away, walking toward the bakery without answering. I watched her gray coat disappear through the small crowd of morning shoppers, her silence heavier than any argument we had ever had.continue reading …