Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

it directly. I pulled on my heavy wool coat and my boots, stepping out onto the back porch.

The air was sharp enough to pinch the inside of my nose, smelling of clean ice and cold earth. Arthur was already out on his back porch, wearing his brown canvas jacket and the gray wool cap.

He held a wooden scoop in one hand, dipping it into continue reading …