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off base. We’d been talking about families—his were supportive but distant, living their own lives in rural Montana. I’d been more honest than usual about mine.
“They’ve never come to a ceremony?” he asked, genuine disbelief in his voice. “Not once? Not even your commissioning?”
“My mother had a migraine. My father had a deposition. Lydia was at a conference.continue reading …
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