The Major in the Kitchen — The Night Wendell Pruitt’s Story Fell Apart
Alvarez had earned a promotion.
Moreno attended as a guest.
Afterward, Alvarez approached me with a grin.
“Ma’am, I owe you an apology for that night at your mother’s house.”
“For what?”
“Calling the room to attention.
It was reflexive, and I probably made everything more dramatic.”
“You were surprised,” I said.