Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

of pine shavings and dry wood glue.

Arthur was standing near his lathe, his fingers brushing a pile of curly maple shavings off the top of his workbench. In the center of the clean wood sat the small cedar chest, its brass corners gleaming in the pale afternoon light.

“Frank signed the minutes,” I said, closing the heavy wooden door continue reading …