He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

until we reached my car before she spoke.

“You were military?” she asked.

“Once,” I said.

She looked at the damp shoulder of my jacket. The way you look at something when you are deciding whether to say the next thing.

“You okay?”

That question sounds simple when people ask it reflexively, as greeting or filler. From her it didn’t. From her it had weight continue reading …