“Take the gun.”
Marie looked at her husband and reluctantly took the pistol.
“If they break through–shoot, no hesitating. I know you won’t want to, but if they get by me, I won’t be able to help you.”
Joe left the room, shutting the door behind him. Marie heard gushes and squeals and screams. She steadied her hand on the trigger. It was fully loaded, Joe had seen to that, but she’d never actually shot this gun before.
The door flew open. Marie did not hesitate, pulled the trigger again and again until the gun was empty. The attackers were taken aback, not expecting her strong resistance. However, the bedroom was now completely soaked, along with the clothing of Marie, her husband and their sons. The little ones ran to the bathroom to reload.
Fourth of July water fun had begun.