Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

there, and immediately smoothed her cardigan, her face melting into her familiar, bright smile.

“Mabel, dear,” Gale said, her voice dropping back into its soft, melodic register. “You look tired. Are you sure you should be lifting those heavy carts at your age?”

I cleared my throat, the sound dry in the quiet basement. I pulled my cardigan continue reading …