Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

” Fiona said.

“The reserve fund is empty, dear,” I said.

Fiona stood up, grabbing her purse and her travel brochures from the counter.

“I thought we built this business to protect each other,” she said, before walking out the back door.

The heavy oak doors of the Millfield Library shut out the chilly evening air at half past seven.

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