Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

bank has cancelled the sale.”

“And the equity?” I asked.

“There was no equity after the late fees and the legal costs were added,” Arthur said, his voice dropping. “But the debt is cleared.”

I looked at the white moving boxes stacked on the porch behind him.

“The movers will be here at eight tomorrow,” Arthur said.

“I have thirty years continue reading …