Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

said, appearing from the shadow of the large ice sculpture near the buffet line.

Gerald turned his head, his signet ring catching the light from the stage. “This is not your concern, Frank.”

“I am the attorney of record for the original partnership agreement, Gerald,” Frank said, pulling a folded sheet of yellow legal paper from his coat pocket. “And continue reading …