Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

stood near the coat rack, her silver feather necklace resting against her collarbone as she took Mrs. Gable’s heavy wool coat.

“We have a lovely spot right here by the window for you, Martha,” Fiona said.

“The streets are quite slick this morning,” Mrs. Gable said, settling into the green vinyl chair.

“The salt truck went down Oak Street continue reading …