Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

at the pile of dust and dried leaves she had gathered near the base of the retail shelf.

“Fiona called me last night from her kitchen,” she said.

“Did she find her winter coat, dear?” I asked, placing the last mum into the vase.

“She found it,” Diana said, “and she said she wants to start coming in early on Thursdays to help with the laundry.”