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

you pay it, or you let the franchise have the limestone.”

I twirled my silver wedding ring, the metal cold against my swollen knuckle. I had exactly twelve dollars in my purse, and the bakery register was short another eighty dollars this morning.

“Is Clara still talking to that developer?” Arthur asked.

“She has them measuring the walls,” I said.

He nodded continue reading …