The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

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The Hospitality Suite

The suite had cream walls, a long mahogany table, and a sideboard full of untouched petit fours that suddenly looked obscene.

Once the door shut, my mother rounded on me first.

“What on earth is happening?”

“Sit down,” General Halverson said.

Nobody argued.

Even my father sat.

Abigail remained standing for a second longer, chin lifted,continue reading …