My Father Smirked and Told the Wedding Guests

and supporting interagency liaisons as identified in annex.”

This time there was no muttering.

Just faces changing shape.

My father had one hand still wrapped around the microphone, but he wasn’t saying a damn thing into it.

General Foster folded the letter once and looked toward the head table.

“As of tomorrow morning,” he said, “two lieutenant colonels continue reading …