Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

three jars of peach preserves on the high oak shelf near his grandfather clock, aligning them with the wooden moldings.

“You know those aren’t just peaches,” I said, polishing my glasses with the hem of my cardigan. “They are a down payment.”

Arthur did not look back as he adjusted the middle jar, turning the label so it faced directly forward.

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