Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

” I said.

“She asked if you were still angry,” Gene said.

I finished the third nail and paused, looking out at the brick front of the hardware store across the street.

“I am not angry, dear,” I said.

“I told her that,” Gene said.

“She needs to build something of her own now,” I said.

“She always wanted a larger salon,” Gene said.

“The simple continue reading …