Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

house and let us move on.”

“I need to see the archives first,” I said.

“The archives won’t pay the property taxes, Mother,” Evelyn said, her fork tracing a circle on the paper placemat. “They won’t pay off the outstanding balance on your line of credit either.”

I looked at her, noticing the tight line of her jaw. “The line of credit continue reading …