My Stepmother Said I Had Already Left the Navy Until a Man in Dress Whites Walked Straight Toward Me

cigarette smoke, and my sweater still held the stale chill of the cabin when I turned off the highway toward the town where I had grown up learning to keep my face calm. Small towns greet you before the people do. The storefront windows looked the same as they had looked for as long as I could remember. The church sign still leaned a few degrees to continue reading …