DIVORCE?

HAZEL -

"Yesss!!" Bev claps her hands in ecstatic approval as I've almost shot nearer to the target, missing just a few inches away.

"Girl, you're learning fast!!"

"Yeah after like the hundredth miss!" I make a face, yet unable to suppress an exultant giggle of my own.

I relax my hold over the paintball shotgun and remove my safety goggles, placing them at the aiming counter. I hi gh-five Bev and she sidles up next to me for a selfie on her phone. Currently, we're visiting the Excelsior Gun Club And Shooting Range. Bev and Serge practically drove me nuts over it with their consistent persuasion all day long.

Even Huxley and Mrs. Agnelli joined in on their entreats to have me go learn some form of self-defense.

Now here I was, practicing something I had never discerned I would. Something that I only believed years ago, was part of movie sets, military, and police work. Never did I imagine I'd ever get to practice learning such a terrifying technique.

"How's it going?" Serge's voice fl