Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

dear,” I said, hanging my coat on the peg behind the door. “Did we have any unusual expenses last week?”

She pushed her wire-rimmed glasses up her nose, her eyes staying on the columns of numbers.

“We had the three hundred and twelve dollar gas bill, and the usual order of twenty-eight dollar manicure kits,” she said.

“Nothing else?” I asked, sitting continue reading …