Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
Every word of it was made up.
Glenn had no idea how military legal affairs actually worked.
“You really threw off the schedule with your little complaints,” he said.
He flipped the folder onto the dashboard.
“Always making a mess of the paperwork instead of just letting me run the business,” he said.
I shifted into gear and rolled out of the motel lot.
“I’m going to sell the dining room set first,” Glenn said.
I eased onto the highway.
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