Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

blue ink, detailing the first expenses of the shop from thirty years ago, down to the price of the first six vinyl chairs.

“Here,” Gene said, pointing her green unlit pencil at a page dated July twelfth, thirty years ago.

The paper was thick and slightly stiff, smelling of cedar and old drawers. I leaned closer to read the three short paragraphs written continue reading …