Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

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She did not look up when I tapped on the doorframe, though her hand stopped moving for a single second.

“The movers are coming at three,” Gale said, her voice thin but sweet as syrup. “I wanted to clear my desk before the committee meeting.”

“The probate office just finished the easement,” I said.

Gale turned slowly, her sweet smile appearing like continue reading …