“This man is unbelievable,” she
said.
“What happened?”
“He bought a gun.”
“What? A gun? What do you
mean, ‘He bought a gun’?”
A gun was such a ridiculous
thing in my world. In my mind, only
cops and criminals had guns. Abel
had gone out and bought a 9mm
Parabellum Smith & Wesson. Sleek
and black, menacing. It didn’t look
cool like guns in movies. It looked
like it killed things.
“Why did he buy a gun?” I
asked.