Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

eyes scanning the faded ink of the partnership agreement we had laid before her.

“This is legally binding,” Harriet said, her flat monotone sounding louder than usual in the quiet room. “Our mother was very thorough when she set this up.”

“What does it mean for the fifty thousand dollar loan?” I asked, leaning forward against the edge of her desk.

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