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

of the back door. The bakery kitchen was quiet, save for the low, familiar hum of the nineteen-fifty Hobart mixer sitting idle in the corner. I had already turned on the ovens, and the faint scent of yesterday’s cinnamon rolls still hung in the air, mixing with the sharp smell of the ammonia I used to scrub the floor. The heavy limestone walls of the continue reading …