A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit

“Bruce is at the airfield all week.

I am not driving out there for a form.”

“The form takes ten minutes at the pass office.”

“I don’t stand in lines.” She looked at my cart, at the cereal, at the trunk of my car.

“This base runs on courtesy, Sergeant.”

“Yes, ma’am.

And on regulation.”

Her mouth tightened.