Dad said we’ll talk about it. And we will. Not with Mama, not yet. But it has to be today
Mutty had expected high drama — a sharp intake of breath, a look of horror, maybe even a slight skid off the road as his father heard his shocking declaration. He was both relieved and just a little disappointed when Dad continued driving as if nothing earthshaking had just happened.
When Abe spoke, his tone was light. “Mut, you just spent hours with a bunch of aging war veterans. You heard our stories, you got inspired. Fine. But the army is a lot more than a few heroic moments. Wait a few days, think things over carefully.”
“But Dad, I….”
From the back of the car came Annie’s voice, thick with sleep. “Are we almost home, Abie?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you when we’re there.”
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