Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

room was small, heated by a single baseboard radiator that hummed in the corner.

“I am stepping down from the daily management of the salon,” I said, setting my purse on the table.

Beatrice looked surprised, her fingernails silent for once. “You are? But you love the daily routine, Clara.”

“I need some rest, dear,” I said, reaching into my purse and pulling continue reading …