“He’d stubbornly stayed here too long, despite the peeling paint, the musty curtains and the black mold creeping across the bathroom ceiling, unwilling to take the next step and move into the cottage. A move that had seemed chillingly final, somehow, as if returning to the address where he’d grown up would weld him to this town forever. But now, he thought bitterly as he looked at the envelope on the dashboard, it was all a moot point. He’d resigned himself to six months in the States. But one t...rip to the Twin Cities and one twenty-minute appointment with a harried young doctor at the VA had just changed his entire future, and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. Not one single thing. He slammed his palm against the steering wheel. Stared at the cockeyed number 16 drooping dead center on the motel door in front of his bumper. What am I going to do now, God? What now? That last explosion in Iraq had sounded the death knell on his career, and he hadn’t even heard it because of the instant, permanent damage to his hearing that compounded what he’d suffered before.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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