Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

a space on his desk. “I will outline the Sunday signature defect and demand a full accounting of the nineteen ninety-two design files.”

“How much will that cost?” I asked.

Frank looked past me toward the corner of the room, where my vintage drafting table stood against the wall. I had brought it down from the attic three years ago, its heavy pine frame continue reading …