Victorious
Published in Issue #31 Translated from Hebrew by Yardenne Greenspan(Excerpt from a Novel)
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He’ll summon me eventually, when the celebrations are over. Wait ten days, two weeks at the most, I told myself. He will call. I watched his inauguration ceremony on the news, with the honorary guard, the assigning of the ranks, and the military band. He could have sent me an invitation, I thought, but I understood why he didn’t.
The summons from his office came after two weeks and two days. “The Chief of Staff wants to see you.”
“Of course,” I said. When Rosolio asks me to come, I come.
My entry permit had expired and the guards at the gate held me up for a long time. I showed them my I.D., which stated I was a lieutenant colonel in reserve duty, but they insisted on following proper procedure. I finally made it into his office, a little sweaty and not as fresh as I’d have liked, but right on time. I was never late, anywhere.
“Just a moment,” his head of office said. I didn’t like the jealous look she gave me.
“Please, have a seat,” she said, pointing at the waiting area. After way too long, a group of potbellied men in powder-blue civilian button-downs walked out of his office, and she finally deigned to announce my arrival. A few seconds later, Rosolio appeared in the doorway, wearing the military’s highest ranks. He was as stunning as ever. “Abigail,” he said.
“Sir,” I answered — it just fell out of my mouth, like I was an idiot — and beamed my biggest smile. I felt immense pride in...
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