Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

them to keep the seat open.”

Frank paused, his hand hovering over his coffee cup. “You spent forty years in those stacks, Mabel. It is your place.”

“It was my place,” I said, looking out the fogged window at the snowy street. “But the garden is going to take more of my time this spring.”

Frank stared at me for a second, then slowly nodded, sliding the continue reading …