Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

at the heavy ledger in my hands, then at the small photocopy machine in the corner of the room. A sign taped to the glass read ten cents a copy, cash only.

I took two quarters from my coin purse and set them on the glass lid. “Go stand by the counter, Jane. Ask him if they have the nineteen-eighty-two plat maps for the north ridge.”