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

took a portion of the heavy dough, and began to work it with the heels of her palms. She moved with an easy, rolling rhythm, the same way our mother had taught us forty years ago when we had to stand on wooden crates to reach the counter.

For a moment, the kitchen felt exactly as it had when we were girls, before the bills piled up and the bank letters continue reading …