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

window frame of the motel room made me shiver, reminding me of the drafty living room we had just lost.

“When are we going back to our kitchen?” Tommy asked, his voice quick and repetitive. “Can we go back tomorrow? Is the new lock still on the door?”

“Soon, Tommy,” I said, clearing a space on the small table between the television continue reading …