Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

“I am trying to save you from yourself, Mother, but you have to stop going to that building.”

“There is something wrong with the signature on the original contract, Evelyn,” I said. “And Gerald threatened to sue me today.”

“Then let it go!” Evelyn said, her voice rising enough that the man at the next table looked over. “Just sign the paperwork for the continue reading …