Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

and looked down at the brochure.

“I need five thousand dollars, Clara.”

I stood still by the oven, the heat rising into my face.

“My credit card bills have caught up with me,” Fiona said, her voice dropping its usual theatrical lilt.

“If I cannot clear the minimum payments by next week, they are going to freeze my personal accounts.”

I closed the oven door continue reading …