Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

with my thumb. I knew exactly what it was worth.

I signed my true name on the settlement document.

The ink on that final release was barely dry before the first of the green plastic crates arrived at the threshold of the fourth-floor apartment on Fourth Avenue.

Clara stood by the small laminate counter, her grey wool cardigan sleeves pushed up to her continue reading …