From the author: The condiment that brought down an empire?
“I’ll give you a million dollars for that jar of Fweran mustard.”
The man standing in the doorway of the kitchen was tall and burly, everything one would expect a career military officer to be. Especially one who had risen in the ranks under the current administration.
“Sorry,” I said, keeping one hand on the now-open jar as I turned to face the man. “My wife would kill me. And I suspect you don’t actually have the cash on you.”
The man chuckled. He probably meant it as a friendly gesture,...