I Was the Only One at My Grandpa’s Funeral Until a General Saw His Ring and Asked Me One Question

minor unit,” she said. “Decades ago. It doesn’t matter now.”

“It mattered to him.”

“Well,” she said, with the practiced finality of someone closing a subject they consider beneath further discussion, “it shouldn’t matter to you. Focus on your own career.”

My father was worse. When I brought it up he sighed with the theatrical exhaustion he reserved for continue reading …