Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

applying a coat of pale pink polish to her own nails. Her large silk scarf, patterned with bright yellow sunflowers, brushed against the edge of the glass table as she moved.

“Beatrice said the bank is just having system upgrades,” I said, keeping my eyes on the towel in my hands.

Diana did not look up, carefully sweeping the brush over her pinky nail.continue reading …