Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

put it back in my pocket.

“Thank you, Frank,” I said.

“Do not thank me yet,” he said. “The planning board has three of Gale’s old neighbors sitting on it, and they do not like being told they made a mistake.”

By two o’clock, the wind had picked up from the north, whistling through the gaps in the cedar siding of Arthur’s workshop. The air inside smelled continue reading …