“Hi, Mother,” I said looking at the screen. “Come over here now.” Mother sounded frantic. I grabbed my aspirin bottle out of my purse. “What’s going on?” “The neighbor kid continues to sneak over here and swim in my pool. I caught him again today and called his father. He told me to go to hell. You need to be the bad guy, since you don’t live here. Come over and handle this, you’re always so reasonable.” “Not when it comes to my mother. I’ll bring Fab; she can shoot the dad and then they’ll probably move.” “Bring her, honey. I’ll see you in an hour.” Mother hung up. “Who am I shooting?” Fab lay on the couch, one leg hanging over the back, Jazz stretched out along side of her. “Mother’s having neighbor issues. She should’ve called the cops but wants to retain her standing as the darling of the neighborhood. She’s acting odder than usual. You have her permission to shoot someone over swimming in her pool.” “Sounds like fun. Let’s go,”
