Do You Promise Not To Tell? [antikvár]

Fat Tuesday Why hassle with buying a gun when you can just cruise the aisles of Home Depot? It's all there. A box of heavy-duty black plastic garbage bags was thrown into the wire shopping cart. Industrial Strength, the package boasted. No one would miss Misha-at least no one that the police would bother trying to satisfy. Slowly up and down the busy aisles. Pruning shears. Big ones. Into the basket they went. Either you're on the team, or you're not, Misha. So many axes, so little time. A salesman in an orange, bib-fronted aprón appeared amid the axes. "Can I help you?" "Yes. I'm doing somé yard work. I have to clear somé trees and brush." "How thick are the tree trunks?" The salesman was assessed. "A little thicker than your wáist." The salesman selected a large, wooden-handled ax from the bin. "This one's a beauty. Double-edged. When one side gets dull, you just flip to the other." "Okay." "You said you have to clear somé brush, too? It's a waste of your energy to use an ax as heavy as this