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

where they do not exist, sister.” Clara patted her styled brown hair, her eyes scanning the empty street outside through the front window.

“A locked door is not an imaginary problem,” I said.

Clara picked up her pen again, her thumb tracing the plastic clip. “If you spent less time searching for mistakes, we might actually clear our monthly expenses.continue reading …