My Father Called Me A Zero In Front Of Officers Until The Colonel Asked For My Call Sign

apology. It was not a full accounting of the damage. But from Arthur Neves, who had spent sixty years refusing to acknowledge that his relationship with the truth was selective, it was a white flag, and I recognized it as one.

“Respect,” I said. “That’s what I’m asking for.”

“Okay,” he said. Then again: “Okay, Lucia.”

I finished my coffee, which had gone continue reading …