Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

neat desk blotter. “The funds were disbursed on the twelfth of September, Clara. Directly into the main business checking account.”

I stared at the black ink of my own name, written in the neat, looping cursive I had practiced since grade school. The capital C had the exact same little tail I always gave it.

“Who brought this paper to you?” I asked.

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