"I could only persuade him to protect his property from the front porch, but he went and got his AR-15 too," Pam said as we met in the driveway picking up the beer cans her husband crushed after emptying them as a show of force to the people attending Dee3's party.
"Auntie, you don't have to worry about the trash. They will clean the entire estate afterwards. Just leave it," I said, as I took her left hand in mine and led her back home, where, on the front porch, Uncle Dan and my mother were both standing by the rails, one armed with guns and other armed with wine, glaring at the guests while my father was reading news on his iPad ignoring his wacko family. He can't complain as one was born from the same womb as him and the other, he promised to spend the rest of his life with her.
