Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

at the columns of numbers.

“Look at the main deposit ledger for this week,” Harriet said, pointing her finger at a line near the bottom.

There was a entry dated yesterday afternoon, showing a deposit of eighty thousand dollars.

“Eighty thousand?” I asked, my breath catching slightly. “Did we get a new commercial loan?”

“No,” Harriet said, sliding her glasses continue reading …