Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

and his hands were tucked deep into his pockets.

I walked up the steps and sat down on the wooden board next to him, leaving a foot of space between us.

“They are talking about us, Arthur,” I said, my voice shaking.

He did not look at me, but I saw his thumb rubbing against his palm inside his pocket.

He paused three seconds.

“I know,” he said.

“I was trying continue reading …