The Major in the Kitchen — The Night Wendell Pruitt’s Story Fell Apart
“I do,” she replied.
He named a unit that had not existed during the deployment he claimed to have led.
Rhodes didn’t correct him.
He asked for the years instead.
Wendell provided two overlapping sets of dates, then snapped that he shouldn’t be interrogated in his own home.
“This is Ruth’s house,” I said.
The statement seemed small, almost petty.
But my mother lifted her eyes when I said it.
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