Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

pressing down on my chest. “She just found another way to get what she wanted, and now she is coming for your timber lot.”

Arthur looked at me, his blue eyes clear and entirely devoid of the helplessness I had spent the last month trying to cure. “Some people do not change their habits, Mabel, they only change their targets.”

I looked at his quiet, organized continue reading …