Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

on the letter L is too wide, Clara,” Gene said, her voice dropping into her slow, classroom cadence.

She pointed the tip of the green pencil at the paper, not quite touching the ink.

“You always pull the pen straight down on the secondary stroke,” Gene said, looking up at me. “There is a slight tremor in this line. A hesitation.”

I poured continue reading …