“ Special duty? What special duty are you talking about. That’s just bullshit.” Marilyn fumed and spat on the new Turkish carpet that gave the parlor an Arabian setting. Gustavo’s years of serving as a military personnel in Afghanistan had in a way tuned his taste of interior to blend with those of the Arabs. His marriage of three years had not enjoyed much physical conformity as he was always on the move and couldn’t think of taking his family to a war plagued country. Such was the situation for the first three years until eventually, he had a permit to return to Texas and treat a knee injury for...