Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

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“No more travel brochures until the winter bills are settled, Fiona,” I said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“I will throw them all away tonight,” she said, tucking the check into her small canvas bag. “I don’t need to go anywhere else anyway.”

“Go home and get some rest, Fiona,” I said, standing up to walk her to the door.

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