are you doing here?” he demanded.
“Having lunch,” I replied.
His friends laughed.
“This is a military installation,” he continued. “You need permission to be here. Did you wander in looking for a free meal?”
I placed my spoon beside the bowl.
“I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
That answer irritated him.
“Then show me your identification.”
I had a valid visitor’s pass inside my handbag, issued at the gate earlier that morning.
But I disliked being spoken to as though I were causing trouble.
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