He nodded once.
Then he turned toward the officers.
“My driver noticed the patrol vehicles when we came by. Colonel Hale had told my aide she was making a short family visit before joining us. When she didn’t answer, I came to make sure everything was all right.”
The younger officer glanced at me.
“Colonel?”
“Yes.”
My sister laughed once.
It was not an amused laugh.
It was the sound people made when reality had presented them with information for which they had no prepared response.
“You’re a colonel?”
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