32 revolver

  The next year John was checking the gun to see if it were loaded, while we waited in the car. He pulled the trigger and put a hole through the wall above my bed. The bullet ricochets first off the plywood door and left a mark. I used to put my finger in the whole in the wall and think about what if and what could and the power of the gun. When my mother heard the bang, for some reason she thought he shot himself, I mean suicide. Maybe she was bugging him