Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

us.”

Arthur stood perfectly still on the top step, his expression as quiet and unreadable as a headstone.

He rubbed his thumb slowly against his palm, his gaze dropping to the jars and staying there for what felt like a full minute.

He paused for exactly three seconds before he spoke.

“Thank you, Gale,” Arthur said.

He reached down and continue reading …