He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

snoring once, hard, then settling.

Dad looked at the black stars on my folded jacket.

“So when did you make general?”

“Two years ago.”

He rubbed his forehead. “Two years.”

“You were busy telling Billy what service looked like.”

That stung him. I left it there.

After a minute he said, “Will you tell us now? What you can tell.”

I thought about that.

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