A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
“I know what a school year costs a woman raising three by herself.
This promotion solves all your family’s needs, Sergeant, provided we close this gate file today.”
“Close it how?”
“Sign the acknowledgment on the back.
The discrepancy was clerical, nobody’s fault, and I take the write-up on my own record.” He nudged the pen an inch.
“You take the rank.
You take Florida.
This post goes back to being boring, and your kids get a yard with a fence.”