Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

porcelain cups. He poured the tea with a steady hand, his movements slow, deliberate, and entirely calm.

“We should have bypassed the lawyers from the start,” Gerald said, handing me a cup. “A quiet conversation is always better than letters back and forth.”

I sat on the edge of the cushioned chair, setting the cup down on the glass continue reading …