Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

lower than usual. “Gerald is not a man you want to corner.”

“Frank says the contract we signed is legally weak,” I said, watching his hand tighten around the handle of his cup. “He is writing a formal demand letter to the agency tomorrow.”

Arthur cleared his throat, his shoulders tightening under his brown tweed coat. “Who did you say continue reading …