Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

my coin purse, my fingers brushing against the worn leather edges.

I stared at the single ten-dollar bill sitting beside two quarters, knowing it was the only cash I had left for my weekly groceries.

Without a word, I slid the crisp bill across the table, watching him fold it twice.

“I will have them stamped by three,” Frank said, sliding continue reading …