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

” Clara said, her voice sharp.

“We cannot survive another winter with your stubbornness, Martha.”

I pushed my chair back from the table.

The sound of the wood scraping against the linoleum was the only answer.

The autumn air was cool as I walked down the gravel alley behind the bakery, carrying a heavy bag of trash to the bin.

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