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

keep in my own hand.

The keys remained in my pocket when I walked into the Oak Creek Bank at four o’clock. The lobby smelled of floor wax and old paper, a quiet place where the only sound was the low murmur of the drive-up window teller. Howard sat behind his heavy oak desk in the corner office, his red tie perfectly centered against continue reading …