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My Sister Called Me a Leech at Thanksgiving Until a Colonel Stood Up and Changed the Room

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I had never seen on him before.

Colonel O’Neal finished his meal without rushing. He thanked my mother, shook my father’s hand, nodded to Ray and Toby. At the front door he passed me in the hallway. I was holding a dish towel. He stopped, looked at me with steady eyes, and gave me a single nod. Brief. Military. Unambiguous.

He left without saying another continue reading …

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