Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

the gold lettering on the front had faded to dull yellow smudges that barely caught the light.

“Mother always kept the true records in this blue ledger, dear,” I murmured, brushing a smudge of grey dust from the corner of the cover.

Gene nodded, setting the ledger down on the small pine coffee table between our chairs. “She did, and she did not believe continue reading …