Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

dropping even lower. “I did what I had to do to keep her in school.”

“You sold my name,” I said.

“Nobody was using those drawings,” Arthur said, taking a step toward me. “They were sitting in a box in the attic. Gerald offered sixty thousand for the entire archive, and he agreed to keep your pension intact.”

“Keep the money, Arthur,” continue reading …