Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

what she did.”

Diana stood up, her colorful scarf clutched in her hand like a discarded tissue. “She is my sister, Clara. How could she sell our mother’s salon without telling us?”

“I am going to Gene’s house now,” I said, reaching for my car keys. “I need you to stay here and close up the salon for the afternoon.”

“I will,” she said, her voice small continue reading …