“What if I tell you that I won’t wear the wire unless you come back to bed?” “That’s blackmail.” Sage is beaming. She shrugs. It’s easy to say you will do what’s right and shun what’s wrong, but when you get close enough to any given situation, you realize that there is no black or white. There are gradations of gray. I hesitate. But only for a second. Then I grab Sage around the waist and lift her off her feet. “The things I do for my country,” I say.
