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

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The sharp sound of the yellow measuring tape snapping shut against the limestone wall echoed in the quiet alley.

The next morning, the Oak Creek Library smelled of damp wool and old paper. Arthur, my retired accountant friend, sat at the corner table by the regional history shelves, his magnifying glass resting on a stack of yellow legal pads.continue reading …