Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

“They rejected it,” I said, looking at the dry leaves piled in the corner of the step. “And Henderson said he was sending the papers to the prosecutor’s office.”

Arthur rubbed his thumb against his palm, looking out over his timber lot where the surveyor stakes still stood, their pink ribbons fluttering in the breeze.

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