Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

He got out of the car, carrying a white cardboard box under one arm and a legal-sized envelope in his hand.

“Evelyn called me from the escrow office at three,” Arthur said, adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses.

“She signed the papers,” I said.

“Gerald’s holding company accepted the deed in lieu of foreclosure,” Arthur said, holding out the envelope. “The continue reading …