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

thorough.”

“Sure you do.”

We sat there a minute.

Then he asked, “You staying the night?”

“No. Got to be back.”

“Thought so.”

He nodded at the house. “Go say goodbye to your mother before you leave. And your father too, if you’ve got the stomach for it. Not for him. For you.”

I didn’t answer.

He didn’t push.

Before I Left

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