Marcus set the bowl of potato salad down very gently.

“I know you took out a mortgage on a property you don’t fully own,” I said.

Glenn laughed.

It was a loud, booming laugh that echoed off the vinyl siding of the garage.

“Captain?

Lieutenant colonel?

You just got better at playing the part, but it’s real men who do the real work,” he said.

I rested my folded hands perfectly still on the edge of the wooden table.