Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

Clara.”

“They sided with her, Gene,” I said, the weight of the evening pressing down on my shoulders. “Even Fiona thinks I am losing my clarity.”

“Beatrice is very clever with her words,” Gene said, turning her pencil over in her hand. “But words do not change the legal structure of our partnership.”

“What do we do now?” I asked.

“We continue reading …