Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

folder tightly against my ribs. “The one Gerald says I signed in nineteen ninety-two?”

Arthur looked down at the patterned carpet. “Everyone signed agreements when the agency restructured.”

“I did not sign away my design credit,” I said. “Did Gerald pay you to keep this quiet?”

Arthur winced, his fingers twitching against his coat pocket. “Nobody paid continue reading …