“Why do you carry a gun?”
“Why do you carry a gun?” he asked. I looked up from my Calamari and rice to watch his face. He was genuinely curious rather than probing, but I knew my preference for being armed sometimes troubled him. In the early, less settled days of our relationship I had startled him, even frightened him with […]
Posted on May 15th, 2005 by Zsallia
Filed under: The Present | 3 Comments »