Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

the dishes.

“I will look through the storage boxes tomorrow,” I said.

Gene nodded once, a brief and solid gesture. “Drive safely, Clara.”

I climbed into the driver’s seat and closed the heavy door, shutting out the quiet hum of the suburban street.

I stared at my hands on the steering wheel under the streetlamp.

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