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

side of the room.”

“Thank you, Arthur,” I whispered.

George walked toward us from the far end of the hall, accompanied by a thin man in a charcoal suit who carried a stiff leather briefcase.

George checked his gold wristwatch, his thumb tapping the bezel twice in a nervous rhythm. His face was pale, and he did not look at me as they continue reading …