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

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“Maybe it is time we let younger hands take over the baking, Martha,” Clara said, pausing dramatically before she handed over the box of donuts.

I looked at Beatrice, who was wrapping a loaf of rye at the end of the counter.

She quickly looked down, pulling the hem of her linen apron up to polish her wire-rimmed glasses.

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