It was a warm, quiet evening…. Okay, it was actually a freezing, exhausting evening. I was in my bed, under the covers, reading a book (pure bliss, btw…), called Guns of Thunder. Suddenly, shots rang out (in the book.). Oddly, they seemed a bit too loud to be real. And they didn’t sound genuine. I heard a few yelps, then some streaks and laughter. I slowly stumbled out of bed, my book sliding off my lap and losing my place. When I walked into the living room, there was Dad, engaging Andy to a broom-fight dual. It could have knocked my hat off. That is, if I was wearing a hat, which I wasn’t. It was actually pretty funny!
Fortunately for them, Mom was in the other room.