My Father Smirked and Told the Wedding Guests

People drifted outside, regrouped, whispered, smoked cigarettes they probably hadn’t planned to smoke.

General Foster came to me near the bar.

“Major, are you all right to travel in the morning?”

“Yes, sir.”

He looked at the folder. “I’d like that retained.”

“It will be.”

He lowered his voice. “Your mother’s access issue will be dealt with correctly. Not continue reading …