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

pointing to the handwritten gingerbread schedule.

Clara pushed her fork around her plate, her fingers tapping a rhythm.

“Holiday orders are too much work for a small shop like this,” Clara said, pausing to let the words settle. “We are wearing ourselves out for pennies.”

“It is our busiest month of the year,” I said.

Clara leaned forward, her eyes narrowing continue reading …