My father shouted: At Least The Army Pays Her Rent

it was polite. The kind people give because programs tell them to. Then someone in the front row stood. A gray-haired woman with a Gold Star pin pressed to her black dress. Then a man in uniform. Then another. Chairs scraped softly across the ballroom floor until the sound became a wave.

My father did not stand.

He remained at his table near the front,continue reading …