Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

rising just a bit. “Does that mean they own the timber lot?”

“Then we find out if she used enough sugar to keep the fruit from spoiling,” he said, his voice dry.

He walked toward his small kitchen to put the empty wicker basket by the back door, leaving me alone in the quiet room.

I looked at the green ledger on the table, wanting to open it but knowing continue reading …