Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

I paused, a can of green beans heavy in my hand. Arthur had not mentioned any paper to me, let alone the orange stakes I had seen two hours ago.

“I don’t think he’s decided on anything,” I said.

Gale sighed, her ring clicking against the metal can she was holding.

“It would be such a blessing for the parish if he let the builders have continue reading …