Axe a Question
When my younger sister was in high school, she had a sleepover. My older brother and I went out to give them the run of the house and to be out of their hair. I don’t recall where we went, but when we returned we parked the car and without a word went into the garage to fetch a couple of axes.
We begin to limp dramatically forward – axes held menacingly. We horror-stumbled through the living room. The ladies had all piled into the sunporch to do high school sleepover stuff. We were seen. All at once. The scream was piercing. Terrified cacophonous dissonant screeches of pure terror. Glorious.
Our parents rushed downstairs in their pajamas. My sister and her friends were laughing uncontrollably by the time they reached us. “Do it again!” some shouted. Which left our poor parents trying desperately to keep smiles from wiping stern disapproval from their faces. TokyoCalling