Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

soon as her footsteps faded in the upper hallway, I walked over to the back door. The blue envelope lay on the dark rubber mat, blank on both sides, the paper thick and expensive. I picked it up, slid it into my canvas tote bag under my woolen scarf, and went back to my hymnals.

By eleven o’clock, the autumn air on Elm Street had turned crisp, carrying continue reading …