Epilogue
Sunday morning, around eleven. The newspapers by his side, a half-drunk cup of coffee in his hand. Virginia spring sunshine on his face, eyes closed, rocking in the swinging chair on the porch. For many Americans this was a normal scene, something they took for granted. But jed had been here too few times in his life, and he was making the most of it.
A normal scene? Maybe. A normal life? Not really. They were a careful family. More careful than most. Part of that had to do with their occupation However, if you discounted checking for bombs under the SUV and sleeping with a loaded Glock and a pump action shotgun under the bed, they were living a pretty quiet life.
‘You look relaxed. Teaching’s suiting you. If you get any more laid-back you’ll pass out,’ Chris said.
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