The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

of Kayla.

But my neighbors knew.

At least some did.

Mrs. Abbott from the quilting club gave me a careful look by the mailboxes.

“Arthur,” she said, “everything all right?”

“I’m fine.”

“That young woman next door isn’t bothering you, is she?”

There it was.

The poison.

Poured politely.

I looked at Mrs. Abbott, who had bought lemon bars from Kayla and praised them.continue reading …