My daughter-in-law told my son: ‘Let your dad sleep in the garage if he’s going to act ancient.’ They laughed. Thought I wouldn’t hear. But they forgot who I used to be. By sunrise, three black SUVs were parked outside. My coffee was still warm when they panicked.
They came just as I asked. Clean, fast, silent. Six of them in total—dressed in civilian clothes, but you could…