Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

he spoke.

“Gale has a loud voice in this parish,” Arthur said, his voice flat and calm.

“She told them I stole the old files,” I said, wiping my dirt-stained garden gloves against my apron. “They believed her, Arthur. People I have known for forty years looked at me like I was a common thief.”

Arthur took a step closer to the fence, his boots crunching continue reading …