After the police take the shooter out the door and to the ambulance, I stare at Lillian and Jon before we all walk back inside and shut the door. “Boy, it really has been a long day.” I murmur under my breath while scanning the room. Then I wonder, “Will the blood come out of the carpet, or are we going to have to throw out this one too?” As I stare at the dark red stains on the floor.
It’s just too bad that it couldn’t have missed the carpet by a couple more inches. Come on now, I frown and then scratch my head just above my left ear, while deciding what to do.
“Jon, do me a favor and grab me a sponge and the bucket from the hall closet, please.” Lillian says softly while staring at Jon with a half-smile on her face.
I can already tell that the rest of the day will be spent
