Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

at her. “The pastries this morning were very nice, too.”

“I told you, we have to take care of each other,” she said, reaching into her purse to find her car keys.

As she pulled her hand out, a small, glossy business card slipped from the pocket of her purse and fell onto the wooden porch floor.

It landed face up near my foot.

I leaned down and picked it continue reading …