The Receipt in the Gray Jacket
Not strategically.
I had eleven followers and nine of them were relatives.
In June, a woman at work asked whether I’d do a set of illustrations for her sister’s café — a chalkboard menu, some window decals, a logo.
She offered me two hundred dollars.
Ruth Oyelaran, who I ran into at the pharmacy and told about it, said, “Charge her six,” and I said I couldn’t possibly, and Ruth said, “Jessi.
Charge her six.”