We decided to overcome our fears and go sleep in our home. On the way home we saw his tent but not him. Maybe he was inside it sleeping, but who knows.
When June and Juliet were settled in the house, I went on line and started researching what it would take to purchase a gun for protection and I learned it would not be a simple thing to do in California—at least not in the short term, which was all I cared about at the moment. I have been pro-gun control laws my whole adult life and I have never wanted a gun before, but Lester’s presence had changed all that. I did know how to handle a gun, however, because my father had owned several—he was a collector of sorts—and had taken me to the firing range as a boy. I resolved to call my father and have him FedEx me one of his, which he agreed to as soon as I explained our predicament.
The gun would come the next day, but that seemed far away to me—too far away.
When there was another thump on the roof that night, like the one we experienced the first night in the house—my heart nearly stopped. All the windows and doors were well locked but it gave me little comfort. A maniac could break in if a maniac wanted to.
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