Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

ledger,” I said, keeping my hands deep in my coat pockets to hide the way my fingers were curling into fists. “The one from the autumn drive.”

Russell chuckled, a quick, sharp sound that didn’t reach his eyes, and tapped his foot against the floor.

“You can stop looking for ledgers, Mabel,” he said, reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out a folded continue reading …