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

hallway smelled of floor wax and wet wool at nine the next morning. It was a long, narrow corridor with high arched windows that let in a gray, watery Utica light, showing the dust motes drifting in the air. People sat on heavy oak benches along the walls, whispering to their lawyers or staring at the scuffed linoleum floors. A radiator at the end continue reading …