Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

on the brass coat rack by the door.

Beatrice was already there, sitting on the plush cream sofa with her hands folded in her lap.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Diana said, her voice high-pitched and enthusiastic as she ran over to hug me.

“I could only stay for a few minutes, dear,” I said, sitting in the armchair opposite them.continue reading …