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

them with her apron hem, her eyes fixed on the floor.

“The price of unbleached flour is up fifteen percent this month,” she whispered. “Everything is getting so expensive, Martha. We have to watch our costs.”

“That does not explain the missing cash,” I said.

Beatrice put her glasses back on, adjusted her blue cardigan, and walked toward continue reading …