Chapter 8: Visitor
It was over a year later. I was lounging in my living room, when a knock came at the door. Without looking through the peephole, I opened it—and there stood the Marine, very tall—and in full Marine dress blue uniform!
“Wow!” I said, unable to stop myself, and thought I noticed a subtle air of satisfaction in the Marine, the sense that he appreciated the admiration. “Come in!” I said, trying not to stammer.
He stepped inside and I closed the door behind him.
“Have a seat,” I said, gesturing to the living area. “Can I get you something?”
“A beer?”
“Sure.”
I went into the kitchen and when I came out, he was sitting in my armchair. I was again struck by his uniformed magnificence and said again, “Wow!”
He chuckled this time, and took the beer from me. I sat opposite,
