Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

table without tasting it. In my handbag, pressed against the bottom lining, was the thick brown wrapping paper from the anonymous parcel I had received at the post office. I had spent the morning looking at the blue ink initials H. M. scrawled on the inner seam of the paper.

Helen Miller had been Gerald’s personal secretary for over two decades, her continue reading …