Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

if we sign the intent to sell by Friday. Just sign the paperwork, Mother.”

“I am not signing anything until I understand what happened to my contract,” I said.

“You are being stubborn over a drawing from decades ago,” Evelyn said, her face tight. She stepped down to the gravel driveway. “The house is going to foreclosure. Do you want to end up on the continue reading …