My Father Ordered Me to Strip Off My Uniform at His Cookout

jaw tightened. “I think people ought to be honest.”

“Good,” Raymond said. “Let’s be honest.”

His voice was quiet enough that everybody had to lean in without meaning to. That made it worse for Dad. A loud argument, he could’ve worked with. Quiet made him chase.

Raymond nodded at my chest. “Those eagles mean he’s a full colonel.”

“I can see that.”

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