I wiped down the plastic door panel with a damp cloth.

I wanted the seat to look perfectly welcoming.

I needed Glenn to feel completely at ease climbing into my car.

Once the seat was spotless, I switched off the vacuum and sat behind the wheel.

I listened to the engine ticking as it cooled.

I looked down at what I had on.

My tailored slacks and polished black shoes still had the rigid bearing of a Marine officer.

Glenn had always hated my uniforms.