Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

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Arthur turned around slowly, his boots making no sound on the thick wool rug.

He paused for three seconds, his eyes resting briefly on the green ledger that sat on his side table, its leather corners scuffed gray.

“A gift is just a gift until it is eaten, Mabel,” he said.

“And what happens when you open the first jar?” I asked, my voice continue reading …