The Barracks Girl Came Home – Then Her Family Saw The News

“Well. You’re here now.”

Dad stayed in his recliner. Didn’t stand. Didn’t wave.

“Marina.” That was it. My name like a weather report.

Dinner was pot roast. Overcooked. Emily talked about her new position at some hedge fund in Manhattan. Mom talked about Emily. Dad chewed.

I pushed green beans around my plate.

Then I asked.

“So where’s the GTO?”

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