Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

behind me.

Arthur did not turn around immediately. He paused, his hand resting on the smooth wood of the lathe bed, before he slowly turned his head.

“Frank is a good man,” Arthur said. “But he worries about his yard.”

“He has a right to worry,” I said, stepping closer to the workbench. “Gale has her hands in every office in the courthouse.”

Arthur reached continue reading …