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

the third unexplained withdrawal of one thousand dollars.

By noon the next day, the sweet smell of baking vanilla sponge filled the front room, but my mind remained fixed on those circled figures.

The lunch rush kept all three of us busy behind the high limestone counter, the white flour dust hanging in the pale morning light.

Mr. Henderson sat at the continue reading …