Six Sisters and the Blue Ledger on Oak Street

own cup. “All three of the missed bills are paid in full, and the account is current.”

“But that was over three hundred dollars just for the gas, Beatrice,” I said, looking at her smooth, unlined face.

“It does not matter,” she said, brushing a stray crumb from the glass counter. “We are family, Clara, and family always takes care of each other.”

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