Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

the world works now,” she said, looking down at her lap. “You think we can just go on doing twenty-eight-dollar manicures forever.”

“We have gone on for thirty years, dear,” I said.

Gene picked up her green pencil and slipped it back into her pocket, her face solemn as she looked at Beatrice.

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