Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell

“The federal government is seizing the estate,” I said.

“They’re recovering the money Glenn stole.”

“They’re telling me I have to be out by tomorrow,” Martha said.

“Where am I supposed to go, Sarah?

My sewing machine is in the guest room.

My whole life is in this house.”

“You can rent yourself an apartment in town,” I said.

“Glenn called me from a prison in Charleston,” she sobbed.