Chapter 9
But when someone interrupted me now, I finished my sentence.
When someone underestimated me, I didn’t rush to prove them wrong.
And when a man told me a subject was too complicated for me because I was a woman?
Well.
I usually smiled.
Because somewhere in Virginia, there was a retired Army colonel who had learned exactly how dangerous that assumption could be.
And every Thanksgiving, when the conversation turned toward strategy, Uncle Frank did something he had never done during the first sixteen years of my career.
He stopped talking.
He looked across the table at me.
And he listened.
THE END
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