"Auntie Pam, what is it?" I asked, answering Pam's call, knowing that she wouldn't call me without a proper reason.
"What's with so many people on the estate? Is Dee3 throwing a housewarming party or something? Anyway, your uncle is sitting in the driveway, on his beer cooler, holding his shotgun loaded with buckshot, reminding the everyone it's his property," Pam informed with a very concerned tone.
The guests attending Dee3's party had some of the finest cars she had seen and were dressed formally enough to make her feel like a country hick, but some were also dressed like they were in a zombie apocalypse movie. She was worried these gentlemen would be offended and provoked by Dan's actions, which could spiral into unnecessary trouble they could have avoided.
