Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

asphalt of Oak Street shining under the pale sun.

Gene sat in the second vinyl chair, her green unlit pencil tucked behind her ear while she held a small paperback book in her lap.

“The light is very good in here during the afternoon,” Gene said, looking up from her page.

“It always has been, dear,” I said, sitting on the stool across from her.

“The trees continue reading …