Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

” Clara said.

“I only need enough for three days,” I said, peeling the plastic lid off my tea.

“Arthur called me last night,” she said, looking down at her hands. “He wanted to know if you were staying with me, or if you had gone up to Seattle to find Evelyn.”

I did not answer her right away, focusing instead on the saltine crackers she had left on the continue reading …