Two severely groomed people in tactical gear double-timed it past us. The one on the left was leading what looked like an abnormally large grizzly on a ridiculously thin leather leash. The grizzly wore a leather harness marked “Sergeant Teddy.” My mother’s mouth hung open. Grandma Frida elbowed my mom in the ribs. “Pinch me, Penelope. It’s Fort Sill.” I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
