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

cash register.

“I brought this for the morning rush,” Beatrice whispered, her low voice barely reaching me over the counter.

I set a warm cup of black coffee on the counter next to her cake, the steam rising between us.

“Did you take three hundred from the cash box yesterday, Beatrice?” I asked.

Beatrice immediately pulled her glasses off and began polishing continue reading …