Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

desk in the back corner by the heating vents, did not look up when my boots clicked against the linoleum.

He was wiping his thick spectacles with the hem of his gray wool vest, his eyes watering in the glare of the green-shaded desk lamp.

“I knew you would be down here eventually, Mabel,” Frank said, his voice thin and dry like the ledger pages he spent continue reading …