Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

says the salon phone line will be disconnected on Friday,” I said, leaning against the counter.

“I will transfer the funds this afternoon,” Beatrice said, finally looking up with a bright, tight smile.

She reached into her leather handbag and pulled out a blue-tinted document, sliding it across the table toward me.

“Before I forget, dear, I need your continue reading …