Chapter 9FRITZ ANTICIPATED another quiet weekend. So when the doorbell rang on Saturday afternoon, he grimaced. Now what? Jim Shaw stood outside in jeans and a Riverboro High sweatshirt.
“Hope I'm not bothering you, Mr. R. I'm heading to the range and had to drive by your house. I wondered if you might want to take a crack at shooting.” Fritz invited Jim in and went to see if Linda needed him.
“Curiosity,” he said to her baffled expression. “I've never shot a gun. You know how I feel about them. But maybe I'll learn something.”
“Call me when you're on your way home,” she said.
Fritz and his former student headed for the shooting range. Jim told him he had brought a variety of weapons and would explain all of them. At the range, Jim showed Fritz how to operate several different pistols,
