Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

more of the medium grit boards next week, Clara,” Fiona said.

“Put it on the list on the fridge, dear,” I said.

“I will write it down before I forget,” Fiona said, reaching for the green pencil.

I worked quietly, filing Martha’s nails into neat, rounded shapes.

“Your sister Beatrice is not here today?” Martha asked, looking toward the empty station at continue reading …