Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

sister who always wore those large, colorful silk scarves to keep up her spirits, sat on the other side of the long table, her face pale as she looked from Beatrice to me. Her hands were clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles were white, and her latest scarf, a bright orange and teal silk square, hung crookedly over her shoulder.

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