Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

her knuckle, the metal glinting under the fluorescent tubes. She spoke in a sharp hiss, her usual sugary tone completely gone.

“We do not have three weeks, Russell,” Gale said, her voice rising just enough for me to catch the words.

“The planning board needs the signed filing by the fourteenth,” Russell said, talking so fast his words continue reading …