“Is that any less likely than a retired major being homeless?” “I’m not homeless.” “So that’s one lie you told.” “When?” “You told Rusty you don’t own a house. You just drift around. A night here. Two nights there. No fixed abode.” “That’s true.” “So you are homeless.” “No. My situation is not the same at all. It’s like the difference between being alone and being lonely. Two separate, distinct things.”
