Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

trying to protect the family,” she said.

“You protected Gerald’s agency,” I said.

“I protected my future,” Evelyn said, her voice dropping its speed for the first time. “I cannot let us both go under for the sake of some old pencil lines, Mother.”

I looked at her profile, the slight tilt of her chin that she had carried since she was continue reading …