Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

look absolutely darling on you, dear.”

“Diana, sit down for a minute,” I said, setting my purse on the reception desk.

“What is that look for?” she asked, her smile faltering slightly as she adjusted the knot of her scarf. “You look like you just saw a ghost in the supply closet.”

“I was just at the bank with Mr. Vance,” I said, walking continue reading …