Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

to do,” Arthur muttered, his voice barely rising above the clatter of the dessert plates. “The tuition was sixty thousand dollars.”

“You sold my life to buy her silence,” I said.

He did not reply, his fingers tightening around his water glass until his knuckles turned yellow.

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