Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

past-due notices tucked inside the plastic envelopes.

“Does Beatrice know about these?” I asked.

“She approved the ledger entries last month, but the checks were never mailed,” Harriet said, tapping her finger against a ledger sheet.

“There is no record of the funds leaving the account.”

I stood up from the vinyl chair, my knees a little stiff from the continue reading …