Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

you time to focus on your health, Clara. You have been looking so flushed lately.”

“We only want what is best for you, sister,” Beatrice said, her rapid words slowing down to mimic the warm tone I had used with her for years.

I sat in silence, looking at the three women who had been my life’s constant circle. They looked back at me with pity, as if I continue reading …