The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

for me.

“Because I asked her to.”

There it was.

A ripple through the room. Heads tilted. People started recalculating their seating charts and assumptions.

My father found his voice. “General, I’m afraid we may be missing something.”

“Yes,” he said. “You are.”

He looked around the ballroom. “I’d rather not do this in front of everyone.”

My mother jumped on continue reading …