Chapter 25

Finally, he said, “Sorry.”

I had to think to remember what he was talking about. I shrugged.

“I—don’t,” he began, and stopped, poking the fire with a stick. I had the sense that he wanted to smooth things out. I glanced at him, for he had an unhappy expression on his good-natured feature.

I sighed. “Look,” I said. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to that kind of thing.” Then, unable to keep myself from dipping into bitterness, I added, “One does.”

The Marine nodded, not looking at me.

“I’ve known some—in the Marines,” he said, looking into the fire. “Since don’t ask don’t tellended.”

I considered. “How did your—colleagues—take it?”

“Oh. I don’t know.” He paused. “One or two had trouble. We attended seminars. Those, who had trouble with it, they brought up the issue they had around working with people like that—from the point of sin. Some are pretty hard-core Christians.”

I nodded. “How did the instructors respond?”