Morelli was wearing a blazer over a black knit shirt, He took a seat, and his jacket swung wide, exposing the gun at his hip.
"Nice piece!" Grandma said. "What is it? Is that a forty-five?"
"It's a nine- millimeter."
"Don't suppose you'd let me see it," Grandma said. "I'd sure like to get the feel of a gun like that."
"No!" said everyone in unison.
"I shot a chicken once," Grandma explained to Morelli. "It was an accident."
"Where did you shoot it?" he finally asked.
"In the gumpy," Grandma said. "Shot it clear off.

Author: Janet Evanovich

Morelli was wearing a blazer over a black knit shirt, He took a seat, and his jacket swung wide, exposing the gun at his hip.<br />"Nice piece!" Grandma said. "What is it? Is that a forty-five?"<br />"It's a nine- millimeter."<br />"Don't suppose you'd let me see it," Grandma said. "I'd sure like to get the feel of a gun like that."<br />"No!" said everyone in unison.<br />"I shot a chicken once," Grandma explained to Morelli. "It was an accident."<br />"Where did you shoot it?" he finally asked.<br />"In the gumpy," Grandma said. "Shot it clear off. - Janet Evanovich

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