THIRTY-TWO
DECEMBER 10, 6:30 P.M.
Adam and Chris took a glass of wine to the back porch of their newest temporary residence. They sat on a covered porch that looked over a big fenced yard and a number of leafless trees. “This place is okay, but I miss a place that feels like a real home. I feel like we are nomadic at this point,” Adam suggested.
“Yeah, this is okay until we can get to our real home,” she replied, and then added, “wherever that will be.”
“Here’s to the completion of the first phase of your obligations to the feds,” she proposed, lifting her glass.
Adam clinked her glass with his and they took a drink. “It was nerve-wracking,” Adam said, reflecting. “I think the worst of it was testifying while Alexandros sat there watching. It was like I could see the anger in his eyes
