Amelia
still isn't sure what it was she saw that day exactly, but it looked like and
felt like a gun: something very similar to the Smith & Wesson 625 her
unfaithful husband had once possessed.
There it lay, reflected in the
dressing-table mirror, a six-cylinder revolver with a dark handle, and although
it seemed fully loaded, she thought it had the safety catch on.
Concluding
it was probably a replica anyway as she studied it, she pointed it randomly in
different directions. In fact, she only decided it was real when it blew her
brains out. That settled things.
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