Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

is writing the letter?”

“Frank Sterling,” I said. “He retired from commercial practice in Seattle.”

Arthur froze, his fingers stopping against the blue porcelain. “Frank Sterling is Gerald’s second cousin, Martha.”

I sat back against the vinyl seat, the cold air from the front door washing over my shoulders. “He told me he was independent.”

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