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

a problem with the account, Martha?” Mrs. Gable asked.

“Just a simple mistake,” Clara answered for me, before I could open my mouth.

She slid the cash drawer shut with a metallic clang that echoed through the small shop.

I walked straight out the back door ten minutes later, leaving them to handle the remaining three customers.

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