"Do you have your own handgun?" Lance asked.
Francisco shook his head, "No, she doesn't let me play with it, says she's afraid it might accidentally go off, or I might accidentally hurt myself."
Hearing this was indeed amusing— the son of a gang leader being taught "not to mess with weapons, lest you hurt yourself," and even being instructed by his mother not to talk about violence-related stuff.
Is he planning to go to graduate school or enter politics in the future?
Lance lowered his voice a bit, "Next time I come, I'll bring you some weapons. What kind do you like?"
The two were chatting when suddenly someone knocked on the room's door, and a voice from outside said, "Everyone's here; just waiting for you."
Lance and Alberto wrapped up their conversation. Paul's wife, unsuitable for such occasions, looked at Lance and Alberto with pleading eyes and solemnly said, "Please!"
