I was looking inside the refrigerator.

‘I can make pasta with a little olive oil, Parmesan and onion. I’ve got cheese if anybody wants sandwiches. Or if you give me a chance to thaw it, I’ve got le piccagge col pesto di ricotta or tortellini verdi. I think there’s enough for four if I warm up both.’

Nobody cared.

I wanted so much to do something normal.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said in despair. ‘I haven’t been to the store lately.’

‘I need to get into your safe, Doc,’ Marino said.

‘I’ve got bagels.’

‘Hey. Anybody hungry?’ Marino asked.

No one was. I closed the freezer. The gun safe was in the garage.

‘Come on,’ I told him.

He followed me out and I opened it for him.

‘Do you mind telling me what you’re doing?’ I asked.

‘I’m arming us,’ he said as he picked up one handgun after another and looked at my stash of ammunition. ‘Damn, you must own stock in Green Top.’

Green Top was an area gun shop that catered not to felons, but to normal citizens who enjoyed sports and home security. I reminded Marino of this, although I could not deny that by normal standards I owned too many guns and too much ammunition.

‘I didn’t know you had all this,’ Marino went on, half inside my large, heavy safe. ‘When the hell did you get all this? I wasn’t with you.’

‘I do shop alone now and then,’ I said sharply. ‘Believe it or not, I am perfectly capable of buying groceries, clothing and guns all by myself. And I’m very tired, Marino. Let’s wind this up.’

‘Where are your shotguns?’

‘What do you want?’

‘What do you have?’

‘Remingtons. A Marine Magnum. An 870 Express Security.’

‘That’ll do.’

‘Would you like me to see if I can round up some plastic explosives?’ I said. ‘Maybe I can put my hands on a grenade launcher.’

He pulled out a Glock nine-millimeter. ‘So you’re into combat Tupperware, too.’

‘I’ve used it in the indoor range for test fires,’ I said. That’s what I’ve used most of these guns for. I’ve got several papers to present at various meetings. This is making me crazy. Are you going into my dresser drawers next?’

Marino tucked the Glock in the back of his pants. ‘Let’s see. And I’m gonna swipe your stainless steel Smith and Wesson nine-mil and your Colt. Janet likes Colts.’