His wife had gone to bed. We sat in the living room, close together, but not touching.

"I want to show you something." N. got up and went into the kitchen.

The handgun was in a small leather case.

He took the gun from the case and held it for just a moment.
I thought he might point it at me in an ironic show of dominance,
but instead, with some ceremony, he zipped it away
and slipped back into the kitchen to hide it.

I slept on their couch that night, after he had kissed me goodnight.
His wife slept soundly, but I could hear him rustling in the night.

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