George totally freaked out at the sound of the gunshots. “This is exactly what I am talking about! Now what the hell is happening?! How do I know my son is safe?! This is all the fault of you and your stupid brother!"

I tried to block off his noise as I observed the environs. Seemed to me George was the only one freaking out. Every other person was cool and went about their business. That was when understanding dawned on me. It was a three-volley salute. A memorial salute. I should have known better.

But George didn't.

"Where the hell is my phone?! Reverse the car, Eddy!”

"Stop making...