Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

the heavy silver pen down on the white paper without uncapping it.

“We sell the house in the spring,” Evelyn said, checking her wristwatch again. “I have already spoken to someone who can expedite the listing and find a private buyer.”

“Who did you speak to, Evelyn?” I asked, looking directly at her face.

She avoided my eyes, gathering her car keys from continue reading …