Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

portion of romaine lettuce. “I am sure it is just a simple bank mix-up, Clara.”

“It is not a mix-up, Beatrice,” I said, my left hand moving to rub the gold watch on my wrist. “My hand never held the pen that signed that paper.”

Diana finished pouring the water and sat down, her colorful silk scarf rustling against the back of her chair.

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