Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

man in a hurry,” she said, her voice dropping its sweetness for a brief, cold moment. “He only wanted to see this town grow.”

“He wanted the commission,” I said.

She reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a small porcelain tea set, wrapping each piece in yellowed tissue paper with quick, jerky movements.

“We all have our debts, Mabel,” she said. continue reading …