Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

” I said.

“Then let it go,” he said, leaning across the table. “We have twenty-four days before the bank takes the house, and Gerald’s settlement is the only way out.”

He stood up, leaving three dollars and forty cents on the table next to his empty cup, and walked out into the dark parking lot without looking back.

When I got home, continue reading …