I Came Home From Okinawa To A Sold Sign On My Lawn

father, I didn’t add. That was their fight.

He nodded, put the roller down, and left without another word. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me in the echoing quiet of my empty-but-not-sold house.

I spent the next two days sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag I found in the garage. Friends from my old unit, hearing I was back stateside, started continue reading …