Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

against my ribs.

“Mr. Henderson,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected. “I have something the commission needs to examine before any vote is taken.”

Russell turned around quickly, his face tightening as he saw the green ledger in my hand. “This is a public hearing for land use, not a library committee meeting,” he said, looking at the commissioners continue reading …