Some of us hadn’t realized that Chris had lost a leg. He limped, but only slightly. I didn’t even know he’d fought in Afghanistan. “A land mine?” I said. “Yes, sir. A land mine.” “Can we see it?” Deirdre said. “No, ma’am,” Chris said. “I don’t carry land mines around on my person.” “No! I mean your leg.” “It was blown off.” “I mean the part that’s still there!” “I’ll show you,” he said, “if you kiss it.”
