Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

on September fourteenth, leaving the balance exactly there.

“Where is the rest of the three hundred thousand?” I asked.

Linda shook her head slowly. “That is the entire wire transfer from Oakhaven Holdings, Martha.”

The tea at the Oakhaven Diner was lukewarm, the bag floating in a heavy ceramic mug like a drowned leaf. Clara sat opposite continue reading …