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

the collar of my uniform like she was checking whether it was real.

“I always knew you earned it,” she said.

That one nearly got me.

Ethan shook my hand first, then pulled me into a quick hug because handshakes are for men trying not to have feelings in a driveway.

“Next time,” he said, “come when there isn’t a crowd.”

“Next time, you come to me.”

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