Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

to a silver bread basket. “Frank bought it for me.”

He adjusted his glasses again, his fingers lingering on the thin gold frames. “Gerald is not in a mood for surprises tonight, especially not with the regional board sitting at the head table.”

“Then he should have checked the seating chart,” I said.

I sat down on one of the gold-backed chairs, smoothing continue reading …