Shooting Off Promises
Noel Laflin
3-31-22
When Zia and I were telling Jamie stories today, as friends do
to console one another in times of grief, he told me about their last two
outings together and how they involved the promise of a gun. Jaime thought
everyone should have a gun for protection and told Zia that he'd get him one.
Zia, knowing that his wife would not be thrilled to have one
around the house, told Jaime to get him a small one, if he really intended to
make good on his promise. He figured it would never happen anyway, so he was
safe from having to worry about what his wife would say.
So they met one day late last summer, on other business, and
Jamie produced from the trunk of his car some kind of monster firearm, that had
neither registration nor safety. He said it was perfect for Zia.
Zia gave the weapon back, of course, apologizing - as only
Zia can (it's an endearing quality of his) - so Jaime promised a little gun on
their next visit, of which there never was, unfortunately, as it was a stroke,
and not bad guys, that took his life a month later.
Had he lived, and knowing Jaime, I bet it would have been a
bazooka.
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