My Aunt handed me a tiny woman's purse pistol. None but maybe three or four inches was this inlaid with pearl silver pistol.
Why was she handing this to me?? How much pot had we just smoked and what were we talking about?? She knew I was in fragile condition, much too fragile.
"Take this with you so you have some protection tonight." She insisted with a few too many hisses for a sentence with few s's in it.
"I'm going back to number 3 to get some sleep." I slurred. I took the pistol.
I came close to using it that night, as I took a bath.
I needed protection only from myself.
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