Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

penny.”

“They will match,” Gene said.

I finished the last nail on Gene’s right hand and set the polish bottle down on the glass table.

“Keep your fingers still for ten minutes, dear,” I said.

“I have two more chapters to read,” Gene said, settling back into the vinyl chair.

“I will go start the kettle for some tea,” I said.

By five o’clock, the salon was continue reading …