Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

the circumstances.

“Martha, please come in,” Gerald said. “Let us put this old business to rest with a little generosity between old friends.”

He led me into a wide sunroom where the air was warm and smelled of rich soil from several large potted ferns. On a low table of polished cherry wood sat a silver tray holding a ceramic teapot and two delicate continue reading …