Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

“They raised the price on Monday.”

“The county has a way of changing things when we are not looking,” I said, placing my tote bag on the bench beside me.

Frank cleared his throat and adjusted his collar, his eyes scanning the two men eating beef tips at the counter. He had been the archivist for thirty years, and his retirement had not made him any less continue reading …