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

chill of the morning. “The bakery needs twelve dozen yeast rolls by nine, Clara. We do not have time for cake.”

“Let me help you with the kneading,” Clara said, pulling her silver rings off and sliding them into her coat pocket. “My hands are warm today, and I know your wrist has been bothering you.”

She stepped up to the wooden trough,continue reading …