Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

sat on the edge of the wood box, looking at my hands in the dim light.

“My garden will need clearing before the ground freezes,” I said. “And the library is too loud now.”

“It was always quiet when you were there,” he said.

“It felt quiet,” I said. “But the papers have too many names in them.”

Arthur stood up and went to the window, his tall frame blocking continue reading …