Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

a vacation, Fiona,” I said, though my voice sounded small even to myself. “I need to know why my name was used to borrow fifty thousand dollars without my consent.”

“It is not without your consent if you signed the document, dear,” Beatrice said, her eyes fixed on me with a look of quiet concern.

“I know my own handwriting, Beatrice,” I said. “And I continue reading …