Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

of the refrigerator. “She is not answering her home phone or her office line.”

“She is busy with the transition, dear,” I said, pouring the hot water into two ceramic mugs.

“They are going to lock us out permanently, aren’t they?” Fiona asked, looking at her reflection in the dark surface of her tea. “My credit card bills are due on Friday, Clara. Fifteen continue reading …