“Do you want something to drink?” I asked. He said, “No thanks, I’m cool.” We had recently gotten a 50” flat screen TV and had set up a ...augahyde sofa with a matching chair beside it. We were planning to get a sectional with built-in cup holders and reclining sections, but hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Allen was sitting in the armchair. I sat down on the sofa next to him and hit the mute button on the remote. “So, what’s up?” He shrugged, “Nothing much, how’s things with you and Jean?” . That’s why I am carrying this.’ Looking distinctly ill at ease, Andrew reached under his coat to produce a revolver – a Colt Trooper Mark V. With a contemptuous snarl Peter turned away to walk to the family altar. He reached behind it and returned with an expensive leather attaché case that he placed on the table. Staring fixedly at Andrew, he unlocked the case to reveal a Mini-Uzis. Shivering, Andrew remembered he had read about this weapon and its effectiveness. It was the favorite choice of. As she suggested, I slipped out of the house, drove the car ablock away, locked it, and sprinted back to an area between thedarkened hedge and the Florida room's broad shuttered window. Allother lights in the house were now turned off. The summer heat hadallowed us to keep the glass shutters open, so I could almost everythingthey said. I was wondering how she'd handle champagne as I watched hersipping her half-empty glass. She was curled alongside him on thecouch. Their conversation diminished. I just wish Ron wasn't here, complicating things. They are married, after all. How can I object to them having sex with each other? Maybe I could somehow sabotage things so Mom won't give him a blowjob tonight? No. I have to try to act normal and follow Aunt Suzy's lead. But dammit, it sucks!I can't be a jerk. I mean, sure Ron hasn't been around for years, and I resent that. But he used to be around more like a real father, and there were good years before he just ... abandoned us. Besides,.