Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

payments.”

She checked her gold watch, the small diamonds around the face catching the fluorescent light.

“I have to run back to the other shop to check on the inventory,” she said, pulling her coat around her shoulders. “Eat your croissant, Clara, you look pale.”

She was out the door before I could ask her about the deposit slips for the weekend.

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