Things to Do on a Rainy Day
The boy lacked the patience to follow the book’s instructions on stamp collecting. And though he admired the pictures, he found making papier-mâché dinosaurs complicated and sloppy. Shadow puppets addled his budding fingers, rocks were boring, and his parents wouldn’t buy him test tubes and beakers.
Then one day he thumbed to a section he hadn’t noticed before.
He pored over the instructions, examining the pictures, mentally rehearsing each step. It was quick and easy, the way he liked it. “I just hope it won’t taste funny,” he thought, sneaking into his father’s study.
Then he reached into the desk drawer and grabbed the gun.
