Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

from 1992 into a legal non-entity, a simple error corrected by mutual consent thirty years later.

“This is not a correction,” I said. “This is a cover-up.”

“It is thirty thousand dollars, Martha,” Arthur said, standing by the fireplace. “Think about the bank.”

“I am going to the car,” I said.

I carried the unsigned document in my hand continue reading …