Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

across the street are nearly bare now,” Gene said.

“The wind took most of the maple leaves on Monday,” I said.

I took Gene’s left hand, applying a thin, even coat of clear polish to her fingernails.

“Did you find the blue ledger?” Gene asked quietly.

“It is in the bottom drawer of the safe, dear,” I said.

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