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

” Clara said, pausing to let the words sink into the quiet room.

“She is seeing conspiracies in every bank statement.”

Beatrice kept her eyes on her plate, her fingers holding her fork so tightly her knuckles were white.

“I only asked about the four thousand dollars, Clara,” I said.

“That is not paranoia.”

“That is bookkeeping.”

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