Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
“I could help you sort through the paperwork,” I said.
“I’m cleared for classified material.
I think I can manage some plumbing receipts.”
Glenn pushed off the door and stepped right into my personal space.
“Quit playing soldier in my store, Sarah.
I run the business.
You just go on back to the house and relax.”
I folded my hands quietly in front of me.