The windows are open. The blue ladder is resting against the gutters. The storm is past due. The party is winding down only a few guests are left. Jim is on the roof shooting his gun again. I am trying to listen to Mary tell her same story about her daughter but keep hearing gun shots from the roof.
First the thunder then the lightning fill the sky, yard and kitchen. The thunder grows louder. I can no longer hear the gunfire. I can only hope Jim finally has finished the job.
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