The Dog Days of Summer_(2)
Authors Note: I want to thank my friend and editor Jim for everything he’s done for me and for sticking by me as I wrote this. – – – – “Can’t we at least talk about this?” I continued to look into the mirror and scrub the makeup off my face with a thick terry cloth washcloth. I also made a point to shoot my husband a disgusted look. We HAD been talking about it, for the last two hours, and he wouldn’t let it go. He continued. “I saw some really fucked-up shit this morning and it’s been messing with me all day… and I… I worry about you, Mel.” There were times when I hated Vince’s career, but I knew very early on that being a police officer was his calling and when …