Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

commercial law in Seattle before retiring to the coast, but his eyes were sharp and his hand did not shake.

“Look at this date at the bottom, Martha,” Frank said, tapping the paper with a yellow pencil. “October eleventh, nineteen ninety-two.”

“I remember the month,” I said, my thumb tapping against my index finger, instinctively measuring the weight continue reading …