Diamond Veterans Exclusive Nursing Home, in the corridor outside the activity hall.
Martin helped Jeff put on the baseball cap, then swept a soft brush across Jeff's cheeks a few times, making sure his face looked tough as nails, before admiring his handiwork with satisfaction:
"You look like the United States Department of Veterans Affairs should hire you as the official spokesperson for veterans, very solid."
Jeff stood before him, his muscular body stretching the camouflage T-shirt Tommy had deliberately bought a size too small to almost bursting point, his entire persona exuded aggression and an unwelcoming, fierce demeanor.
"Martin, are you sure... this script is appropriate to read to the elderly? It's got more profanity than all the swearing I've done in over thirty years," Jeff said quietly as he moved his arms, constricted by the tight sleeves.
