Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

leaned against the counter, his foot tapping faster as he stared at me. “The board meets in seventy-two hours, and this document is going into the packet. You are too late, Mabel. Nobody is going to listen to an old woman who cannot even keep her seat on the library board.”

He took the stamped folder from the clerk, slid it into his leather briefcase,continue reading …