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

at Marcus and then at me, before sitting down on one of the wooden benches. He pulled his glasses off his face and began cleaning them with a blue microfiber cloth, his breath fogging the lenses before he wiped them clear.

“The shop can run itself for a morning,” Arthur said, his raspy voice quiet. “I wanted to make sure you had some people on your continue reading …