Thursday instruction

"You have to teach me. You won't always be around to get me out of trouble." 

With that, I was convinced. I didn't want to teach Ida to fire a gun; she was too nervous around these things and would be better off learning how to handle another weapon or picking up a martial art. Still, I couldn't get the memory of our last close call out of our mind. 

I watched her pick up the gun and aim it. "Breathe like I told you to," I said. 

Then came the report and the little hole in the target paper.