Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

an hour ago, so the walk should be easier when you leave,” Fiona said.

I brought over the small plastic bowl filled with warm, soapy water, setting it down on the manicurist table.

“Good morning, Martha,” I said, pulling my low stool closer to the table.

“Your sister told me you have some new shades of red,” Mrs. Gable said, placing her fingers into the continue reading …