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

“Did he give you an actual card?” Arthur asked.

Miller rubbed at the back of his neck.

“It was a photocopy,” Miller said.

“He told me you were deployed overseas and he needed to take care of the estate business right away to save the family home.”

“My military ID expires every four years,” I said.

“Did you look at the date on that photocopy?”

Miller stared down at the porch floorboards.

“He was very convincing,” Miller said.