Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
“I spent the morning going through some of Dad’s old mail,” I said.
“Did he leave any hidden debts behind that we ought to worry about?”
Glenn shut off the brass hose nozzle.
He dropped it on the grass and left the water running in a slow trickle.
“Dad was clean,” Glenn said.
“I saw to that.”
“Are you completely sure?
Nothing out there under a different name?