Don’t Let Your Mother Answer for You
He looked at my coat, which was my old field jacket because I do not own another winter coat, and his face changed completely.
“Are you a soldier?”
“I was.”
“Did you—”
“Leo.” Jessi’s voice was completely level.
“Go and check the ones in the oven for me.
The timer’s about to go.”
He went.
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