Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
Martha looked out toward the street.
“They’re saying it might rain this afternoon,” she said.
“Did he say anything about having trouble with the rent?” I asked.
Martha reached over and patted my forearm twice.
“He works very hard, Sarah.
Don’t go using your loud command voice on him.
He isn’t one of your recruits.”
“I’m only asking a question about the business,” I said.