Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

making a heavy sound on the thin nylon carpet before he stopped near the small table. He was carrying a brown paper shopping bag that he set down carefully next to my cardboard box.

“Evelyn called me from Seattle,” Arthur said, looking around the room. “She is worried about you.”

“Evelyn has her own concerns,” I said. “She has her clinical practice and continue reading …