The Major in the Kitchen — The Night Wendell Pruitt’s Story Fell Apart
“Attention!” he called, more surprised than ceremonial.
Chairs shifted.
Rhodes stood as well, followed by the others.
No one attempted a salute indoors; they simply recognized an officer among them.
The room fell quiet enough that I could hear the ticking clock above the mantel.
“At ease,” I said gently.
Alvarez grinned.
“Major Calloway.