Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

against my skin, and the loose clasp stayed firmly in place.

“It is nearly half past eight,” I said.

“The front step needs a quick sweep too,” Diana said, moving toward the door.

“I will get the bucket of warm water ready for the floor, dear,” I said.

By eleven o’clock, the high hum of the old fluorescent lights filled the main room of the salon.

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