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

the quiet town square.

“Thank you for your time, Howard,” I said.

He did not look up as I walked out of the office.

The smell of boiled potatoes filled my dining room, but none of us had touched the food on our plates.

Clara sat across from Beatrice, her fork tracing patterns in her gravy.

“Martha is letting the stress get to her, Beatrice,continue reading …