Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

of the desk.

“And now you are sending me away,” she said, her voice tight.

“I will not see you in a courtroom, sister, but you cannot stay here,” I said, the words heavy and cold between us.

Beatrice looked at the box, then at the blue ledger sitting on the counter, and finally at me.

“Where am I supposed to go, Clara?” she asked, her continue reading …