Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
I panicked.”
He stretched his left hand across the table toward my coffee cup.
I moved my hands down into my lap and kept them completely still.
“I’m paying off the property lien,” he said.
“Every last penny.”
“A five-thousand-dollar check doesn’t clear a huge bank loan,” I said.
“The hardware store landed a bulk order from the new housing development out on highway nine,” he said.
“That five thousand is only the first installment.