Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

a major problem.”

“But what if she has already done something with the bank?” I asked.

Gene looked toward the window, where the autumn leaves were swirling across the lawn. “That is why we need Harriet.”

We drove over to Harriet’s house at two in the afternoon, the sky turning the color of wet slate as the autumn chill settled over the town. Harriet’s continue reading …