Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

keeping her eyes fixed on the window behind Mr. Sterling’s head.

“My sister has always been somewhat resistant to progress, Mr. Cole,” Beatrice said, her fingers tightening around her purse strap.

“This is not about progress, Beatrice, dear,” I said, keeping my voice as soft as I could manage.

“We have a business to run, Clara,” she continue reading …