Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

“I brought you eight thousand,” he said, holding it out toward me. “It is from the house money. It is enough to get you a small place in Olympia, near the marina.”

I looked at the white paper of the envelope, then up at his face.

“Where did you get the rest of the money in twenty-one,” I asked. “The money for Evelyn’s medical tuition.continue reading …