My Father Smirked and Told the Wedding Guests

work, he might stop teasing.”

“By handing him my records.”

“It wasn’t classified.”

General Foster was on his feet now. So were Colonel Barlow and both retired Marines from my table. Not crowding in. Just there.

My mother saw them and shrank an inch.

I opened the folder and pulled out the toast draft.

“Dad, were you really going to say this into a microphone?continue reading …