You look at the picture of your mother on your desk, one in which she is surrounded by eight grandchildren. It’s hard to believe that the matronly looking woman in that picture was once considered THE sex symbol in your native Venezuela.
You suppose time changes us all.
Your eyes glisten as your eyes go to the picture next to your mother, one of your late husband. He’s wearing a tuxedo as he’s receiving the Nobel Prize in Physics.
You always thought you would die before him. You were the one on the front line, after all. He was a scientist working away in a protected bunker.
You put your thoughts about him to the side, at least for now. You have other things to deal with. For starters, you’ll be meeting your deputy commandant in a few minutes, who is
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