Your eye catches something in your husbands wallet. You were looking for a twenty to borrow for the grocery.
You pull out the receipt, baby kicking in your belly.
“Hey, baby number five, I’m trying to concentrate.” You tell your baby.
‘Tulsa Shooting Range’ it said on the top. The date was for last Saturday, when Dally had said he was taking the boys out to play some football.
He took Johnny and Matt out shooting.
You knew Johnny would be fine, but Matt was only three.
“Dallas Winston!” You shout through your house. “We need to talk!”
He walks into the kitchen. “What’s up babe?”...
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