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

and found the brass bakery keys dangling from the exterior lock.

The cold brass felt heavy in my palm as I pulled them free. Anyone walking down the alley from the public parking lot could have opened that door and walked straight into our flour pantry.

I carried the keys into the front room, where Clara was writing down a custom cake order at the counter.continue reading …