On an Oak Creek Street, a Retired Navy SEAL Took Off His Flannel Shirt

“Emily, look at me,” I said.

She turned her head and met my eyes.

“Tomorrow, once the barbecue gets going, I want you up on Nora’s porch,” I said.

“Stay right next to her.

Whatever Trent says, however loud Harry yells, you stay up on that porch and just watch.”

“Dad, what if he punches you?” she asked.

“He won’t,” I said.

“He’s at that MMA gym every single day,” she said, her words running into each other.