Let Your Hair Down
LET YOUR HAIR DOWN "So Terry wasn't one of those macho, Rambo type soldiers after all?" May asked her sister June who was visiting her for the afternoon. "I never thought he was May," they couldn't help laughing at that image in their minds of the short, weedy Terry, June's husband for the past ten years, "although he was attached to one of those type of units, but just as their IT guy. He won't tell me exactly what he did, he said that he couldn't talk about the details." "So...