The Oldest Collector
I can't figure out how she eluded my stakeout.
Charlotte Albright
She signed the note "The Oldest Collector." I found it one raw winter morning in the blue plastic recycling bin, after the city truck had driven away with our empty cans and wine bottles. Only it turns out that the city didn't get the redeemables. The Oldest Collector had beaten them to the stash.
She was apparently the one who was driving the tan Corolla we'd heard around six in the morning, pulling into our driveway, idling next to the recycling bin. I caught just [for the rest of this story, see the November 2007 issue of Down East]
She was apparently the one who was driving the tan Corolla we'd heard around six in the morning, pulling into our driveway, idling next to the recycling bin. I caught just [for the rest of this story, see the November 2007 issue of Down East]
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