My Mother Made Me Serve Drinks At My Brother’s Wedding

“You dated my brother for two years, Colleen. You got engaged to him. All for this?”

She looked down at her hands, wrapped around a lukewarm mug of coffee. “It didn’t start that way. I was assigned to you right after you got back from your last tour. You probably don’t remember.”

I didn’t. I’d had a dozen aides over the years.

“One of the first things continue reading …