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

her coin purse.

Clara let out a light, theatrical laugh that made several customers turn their heads.

“My sister works so hard in the hot kitchen,” Clara told Mrs. Gable, patting her own perfectly sprayed hair.

“Sometimes we have to double-check her math after a long shift.”

I felt the blood rush to my ears as Mrs. Gable offered a sympathetic, pitying continue reading …