Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

” she said, her chin tilting upward as she walked toward the door.

“The lock on the back door will be changed by five o’clock, dear,” I said.

She did not look back as she pushed open the glass door, the brass bar clicking shut behind her as she stepped out onto Oak Street.

The shop was quiet for ten minutes before Fiona came through the door, her silver continue reading …