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

small corner table, nursing a warm cup of black coffee costing two dollars, while a line of four other customers stretched toward the door.

Mrs. Gable, who had bought her Sunday rolls from us for thirty years, stood waiting while Clara boxed a half-dozen glazed donuts that cost four dollars and fifty cents.

My right hand throbbed with continue reading …