The bakery smelled like Sunday morning, which was appropriate,...

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The bakery smelled like Sunday morning, which was appropriate, because it was Sunday, and the line out the door on Atlantic Avenue stretched past the bus stop and around the corner, and Thomas O'Brien did not have enough bread to satisfy it.

He was forty-two now, twelve years older than the man who had stood in that tiny kitchen on Warren Street and watched Mr. Cornelius Vance pour soybeans onto his counter like some kind of eccentric philanthropist. Twelve years and one golden retriever and a lot of bread. Kathleen stood behind the counter, wrapping loaves in brown paper and tying them with twine. Her hands moved fast, practiced,...

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