This morning we headed out to Black Mountain. But I forgot to shut the window in the dogs’ room.
“The spare house key is in the glove box,” Helen said.
I opened the box and picked up a black net bag and asked “In here?”
Just then, her black 36 pistol dropped to the car floor.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, gingerly putting it away, barrel toward the car door. “Is the safety on?”
“Probably,” Helen said. “My other gun doesn’t have a safety, but I think this one does.”
Oh. Good. I think.