Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

is safe inside it,” Gene said.

“Yes,” I said, “the pages are dry and the ink is still clear.”

Gene watched my hand as I moved the brush from her cuticle to the tip of her nail.

“Beatrice called me from her hotel in Canton,” Gene said.

“Did she find an apartment, dear?” I asked.

“She found a small place near the park,” Gene said.

“That will be nice for her,continue reading …