Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

took the basket from her hands with a polite, stiff nod that didn’t invite her any closer to the threshold.

Gale’s smile widened, but her eyes darted toward me for a fraction of a second, her pupils small in the bright morning light.

“We only want what is best for Oakhaven, Arthur, you know that,” she said, her voice dropping into that sweet, hollow continue reading …