“I’ll cook for you,” he said. He opened a box of Pop Tarts and put them in the toaster and then joined her in the next chair. “Do you want to stay over again?”
“Umm.”
“I thought of a way to get the terrorist to break into the place I’ve been fixing up.”
“Oh?” said Deborah.
“I got some land,” he said. “There is a cute little farm house and some sheds. It used to be a fur farm. If we can convince the terrorist it is full of furry animals awaiting slaughter, he will probably try to raid the place.”
“Then,” said Deborah, “he is burglarizing the place and we can claim self defense when we get him.”
“Yes,” said Derek.
“Do you have a gun I can borrow?” she asked.
“Angela,” he looked at her sternly.
“He ruined my life more. I get to do it.”
