Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

my precious girl,” Gale said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. “You look like you did not sleep a single wink last night.”

I pulled the three folded sheets of the easement draft from my purse and laid them flat between her toast and her orange juice.

“I found this,” I said.

Gale looked at the bold black letters of the county planning commission continue reading …