Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

Arthur looked away, his eyes scanning the lawn. “There is no point in digging up things that cannot be changed.”

“It is about peace of mind,” Gerald said, his voice clipped. “For all of us.”

“And the company in Seattle?” I asked. “Are they asking questions about the original drawings?”

Gerald cleared his throat, his posture stiffening as he looked out continue reading …