Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

Clara?” Diana asked. “Who else would sign your name?”

“That is exactly what I want to know,” I said, keeping my eyes fixed on Beatrice’s calm face.

Beatrice took a slow bite of her salad, chewing deliberately before she spoke. “This is highly dramatic, even for you, Clara.”

By half past six, the salad plates were mostly cleared, and continue reading …