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

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Susan did not look up immediately, but her fingers stopped tapping the plastic. “That is the three-story building near the old canal?”

“Yes,” I said. “I live on the second floor.”

She pulled a gray binder from a shelf behind her, the heavy pages turning with a dry rustle. She slid her glasses down the bridge of her nose and ran a finger down the continue reading …