Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

four of us now,” Gene said, standing up to put her coat on. “Diana said she would help with the front desk tomorrow.”

“We will manage, dear,” I said, walking her to the back door.

“The locks are changed,” she said, looking out into the dark yard.

“I have the new key in my apron,” I said.

After Gene left, I walked back down the three blocks to Oak Street,continue reading …