Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

behind on the taxes. Gerald said if I did not get your signature on that release, he would fire us both. I thought we were a team.”

“We were not a team,” I said. “You signed my name and took the credit.”

Arthur reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a silver Parker ballpoint pen, placing it gently on the table between us. It was the same pen he continue reading …