Saturday, February 11, 2012
. He asked me to come with him to his friend’s house. I sit in the dining area across from the kitchen talking to his friends’ wife. My husband and her husband went into the garage again. They came in like the several times before, laying the rifle across my lap telling me “It would tear me up to shoot a dog, but I wouldn’t mind shooting a human at all.” Popping the gold long shells out and putting them in again.