Ingo points toward the hallway. “Do you think she has ever shot someone?”
Maci is holding her chest and trying to calm down.
“Hell, yes, without a doubt. Did you see the way your wife was holding that gun? Like she was Antonio Banderas in Desperado. I hope you thought this marriage thing out. That woman isn't fooling around. We hate to wake up one morning, and you’re on the floor in a puddle of blood.”
He looks down the hall and takes a deep breath. Ingo is about to say something, but can’t. Ingo walks to his bedroom and gets into bed. “My wife carries a gun. He looks at the door. “Maybe I should lock it. No, I’m fine.”
The next morning, Maci and Imelda are sitting down, drinking coffee, and looking at Ingo cook breakfast. This is something they have never witnessed before. Neither one
