Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

“Oh, Beatrice has everything completely under control, Clara. She always does.”

She set the polish bottle down with a tiny clink on the glass.

“In fact, she has been doing so well lately,” Diana said, blowing gently on her fingertips. “Did you see the new car she parked behind the building this morning?”

I paused, a half-folded towel still held against continue reading …