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

the cardboard box with a sharp tap of her finger and turned to Mrs. Gable with a wide, bright smile.

“Oh, Martha,” Clara said, her voice carrying clearly over the chatter of the waiting line.

“You must have misread the ledger again.”

“You know how those numbers blur when you refuse to wear your reading glasses.”

Mrs. Gable paused, her hand hovering over continue reading …