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

lingering on the top button. “The shed is rotting, Martha. We have to look at the numbers, not just the history.”

I did not answer her. I lifted the heavy green mixer into the box, the iron base scraping against the cardboard, sending a sharp pain through my wrists that made my vision blur.

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