Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

on the linoleum as he walked toward the back room where the heavy green binders were kept. I waited by the counter, my fingers tracing the outline of my silver wedding band, spinning it slowly around my knuckle. A woman behind me in line was holding a small cardboard box, the tape peeling away at the corners.

Bob returned with a stack of photocopied continue reading …