hindquarters.
Janey pursed her lips and set her fists on her hips. She glared at Spot. "Spot, if you don't give me the ball right now, you're in big trouble. I'm not gonna warn you again"
Spot started gnawing on his ball with the side of his mouth, a paw holding it fast. Janey said, "This is your last warning, you stinky little rat. No more warnings, just the big kahuna."
Spot ignored her and kept worrying the ball. Janey said, "Okay, if that's the way you want it. Remember you asked for it. Now you're gonna get it, mister. Big time. You better get your fairs in order cause your ticket’s gonna get punched."
The washer was running in the basement when she tramped inside. Her mom was probably sorting the clothes from the dryer on the work table. Her dad, an off-duty security guard, was bowling with his Saturday afternoon league. She tiptoed into her parent's bedroom and opened the closet door. Her father's service weapon, a .38 caliber revolver, hung in its holster high up on a door hook. Janey dragged the chair at her mother's vanity over by the closet door and stood on it. Reaching up, she lifted the revolver from the holster, then got down and pushed the chair back.
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