“Kami, ring for a forklift and tell them it’s the usual problem: we’ve got a Montgomery asleep on the floor.” Kami peeked around the door, vaguely surprised Angela had made it there so fast. Instead, she found Rusty stretched out on the hearthrug with his arms behind his head. “You disgraceful object,” said Kami. “What are you doing here?” “I’m buying a shotgun,” Dad announced. “I live in the country. A shotgun is a reasonable thing to own.
