The Man Who Watched Him
The Man Who Watched Him The first time I met Jimmie, he was twenty years old and wearing a military uniform that didn't fit him because it wasn't mine to tailor. His father had died three weeks before, in a car accident on the Pacific Coast Highway, and Jimmie had come home from the war with nothing but a discharge paper and a face that looked like it had already forgotten how to smile. I was...
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