Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

looked down at their purses.

“Have a nice afternoon, Mabel,” Russell said, turning his back to me.

I walked the four blocks back to Elm Street with my head down, my ears ringing with the quiet judgment of my neighbors.

When I reached my driveway, I saw Arthur sitting on my top porch step.

His old denim jacket was buttoned to the chin,continue reading …