Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two
The material was thick and plain, cut with straight seams that echoed the precision of my service dress uniform.
I opened the olive-drab deployment trunk resting on the luggage rack near the closet.
It was the same trunk I had packed fifteen years ago, on the night Gerald changed the deadbolts on the Main Street house.
Deep in the bottom corner, under my spare utility shirt and flight logbooks, lay a small blue velvet box.
I lifted the lid.
Inside were two silver stars, the insignia of an Air Force Major General.
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