Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

bowl of sugar. The damp cedar smell followed her inside as she shook her coat.

“I saw Evelyn’s car in town,” Clara said, setting the sugar on the kitchen counter. “She looked like she was on a mission.”

“She wants the house cleared,” I said, pulling the vellum draft from my desk folder and laying it under the fluorescent bulb. “Look at this, Clara.”

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