Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

looking at the strap and then at my wrist where our mother’s old watch sat.

“The clasp on mother’s watch has been loose for years, Clara,” Beatrice said, leaning forward. “This new one will keep it safe on your wrist so you never have to worry about losing it.”

Diana clapped her hands together, a wide, joyful smile spreading across her face.

“Oh, Beatrice,continue reading …