Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

but they won’t wait forever. I have my own pressures to deal with, and I cannot spend my life managing your old grudges.”

A waitress set down a white ceramic plate with a dry sandwich and three saltine crackers, but neither of us touched the food.

“How do you know what Gerald’s people want?” I asked.

Evelyn checked her watch again, avoiding my eyes. continue reading …