My Name Is EdChapter 21
After taking a day off to fish, I was all clean and well rested. I also had drank a boat load of coffee while waiting for my first volunteer applicant. It was just my luck that the first one was a woman. I had real reservations. Not about her sex, but about her mental health. It seemed that Lucinda Mercer was US Army combat veteran who had been declared disabled. She had a chunk of her leg blown away by an IED somewhere in Afghanistan. She was suffering from the same things as me only...