At four o’clock I hung up the wooden sign.

Captain Samantha Ross, Legal Counsel for Veterans.

The drill bit kept wandering until I started the hole with an awl.

I held the sign level with my thumb and drove in the second screw.

The painted letters caught the late light from the window.

The new oak desk had come from a school auction for ninety dollars.

I set my military prosecutor’s badge on the corner of it.

The badge had gone dull around the edges.