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

typed pages.

“This is the permanent contract for the dispatcher position,” Arthur said, cleaning his glasses with his blue microfiber cloth. “Thirty-five hours a week, with medical starting after thirty days.”

I picked up the pen sitting on the blotter and signed my name at the bottom of the third page.

Arthur took the folder back, nodded continue reading …