Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

never signed that,” I said.

“Our legal department says otherwise,” Gerald said, reaching for his telephone. “I suggest you go home to Olympia and let Evelyn handle your affairs. She has far more common sense.”

He did not look up again as I took the draft back and walked out.

Arthur was waiting in the carpeted hallway outside Gerald’s continue reading …