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

the back storage room without answering.

At six in the evening, Clara and I sat at my dining room table with two plates of cold meatloaf and green beans.

I cleared the plates and brought out the old handwritten family recipe book, its leather cover stained with oil from forty years of baking.

In the margins of the yellowed pages, my mother had written continue reading …