Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

down at her shoes. “I heard about the dinner, Mother. Frank told me what happened with Gerald.”

“Did he?”

“He did,” she said, her voice dropping to a rare, quiet register. She stopped checking her watch. “I was wrong about the power of attorney, Mother. I was so worried about my own debts, about the collection agency calling me every continue reading …