Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

the bill under his desk calendar.

I left the library with my stomach empty but my mind racing with the first real piece of solid ground I had held in weeks.

By one o’clock, the afternoon sun had cleared the top of the maples, casting a long, pale yellow slant across Arthur’s kitchen table.

Arthur sat with his hands resting on his knees, his face washed continue reading …