"No, No !", Tom blurted. "Not that ! It was....It was...."
Just then the doorbell rang. "Since you're up, could you get that ?", Tom's Mom said sweetly.
Tom hurried to the door and flung it open. On the porch was Russell's Mom, bleding from a big hole in her head. Slimy chunks of brains were running down her face.
Holding out her hand, she opened it to reveal a bullet. "So glad I caught you, dear....I believe you left something at the house today....Here it is."