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

of our oldest customer,” Clara said, patting her hair.

“You made a scene over a simple internal transfer.”

“Where did the money go?” I asked.

Clara ignored me, turning her shoulder to focus entirely on Beatrice.

“She is becoming paranoid and unfit to run the kitchen, Beatrice,” Clara whispered dramatically.

“We cannot run a business when the head baker continue reading …