Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

you, Clara,” she said, her voice dropping as she looked around the quiet room. “I don’t know how you kept us all together.”

“We are family, dear, and family always takes care of each other,” I said, watching her walk down the concrete steps to the sidewalk.

At six o’clock, the kitchen was warm from the radiator, and the smell of toasted bread filled continue reading …