Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

never look,” she said, squinting toward the small window that faced the courtyard.

“Arthur told him that?” I asked.

“He said you were too tired,” Helen said, her voice dropping to a dry whisper. “But I knew you kept those original nineteen ninety-two line drawings in the basement box.”

“He told me they were lost in the office move,” I said.

Helen shook continue reading …