“He says your appearance could hurt the business.”
That was new.
“Why would my appearance hurt Mercer?”
“I don’t know.”
“You called me.”
He exhaled.
“He keeps saying the family needs to look united.”
“United for whom?”
He ended the call.
That evening he came to my townhouse.
He held the blue mug in both hands.
“I remember this.”
“You’ve never been in my kitchen.”
“I’ve seen it somewhere.”
He rubbed the star sticker.
Then:
“Did I really want to join ROTC?”
“Yes.”