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

against the edge of the table, three quick beats that sounded like a telegraph. “Without the original nineteen sixty-eight mortgage contract, we are guessing in the dark. Howard is holding the cards.”

“Howard wants three hundred dollars just to pull the file from the archive,” I said.

Arthur looked over his reading glasses, his eyes small and gray. “Then continue reading …