A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
Cole sealed and reissued under a dependent spouse number within thirty days.
At the bottom, in blue-black ink, Lieutenant B.
Harmon.
The H looped like a piece of wire.
I had seen that H on forty pre-signed slips in the quartermaster drawer.
“General.” I turned the page flat.
“I know what it says.” She took her glasses off and held them.
“I’ve known for four years.”