Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

across the road. When he saw me, he took three slow steps forward and reached out his hands.

“Let me take that, Mabel,” he said.

He paused for three seconds before he spoke, his voice low and steady. He rubbed his right thumb against his palm, his eyes resting on the top of my grocery bag where a carton of eggs peeked out.

“Thank you, Arthur,” I said,continue reading …