Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

red under her light makeup, her eyes fixed on the salt shaker.

“I have fifteen thousand dollars in credit card debt, Clara,” Fiona said, her voice shaking. “I thought the salon’s equity would clear it.”

“The equity is gone, Fiona,” I said, pouring her a cup of cold water.

Fiona’s travel dreams are ruined.

“I had a deposit down on the continue reading …