No matter how I tried to focus on the task at hand, guiding people out of the dining room in small groups and to the elevator, my pug offering licks for those who bent to pet her, while Dad organized them in tidy, orderly fashion no one questioned thanks to his casually commanding air, I struggled to forget what he'd said. Could I really think about giving up my life as it had evolved for a chance at being a cop like him? At my age? Of course I could. But did I want to?
The idea appealed, as always. The thing that didn't? Starting out as a rookie at what would amount to thirty or thirty-one if I was going to be honest about it. Not so appetizing. I'd just had my twenty-ninth birthday in October. And while the lifelong dream lingered thanks to our conversation, I felt old as I led yet anot
