Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

corner of the dresser.

“Evelyn is where she wants to be,” I said. “She has the house papers signed, and she has Gerald’s corporate people telling her she did the right thing for her family.”

“You cannot stay in this room until November fifteen,” Clara said, her voice dropping. “The damp is already getting into the carpet, Martha.”

I reached into the cardboard continue reading …