Armed and Dangerous

Several years ago I was cleaning out my grandparents’ house, as we prepared to move my grandmother to smaller accommodations to manage her ever-increasing health needs. Much of her house had rooms that had been untouched for decades, including my grandfather’s quarters. He had passed away in the spring of 1994, but his room, his dressing area and bathroom all looked as if he had just been out on a walk and would soon return.

Sorting out the items on his bedside desk, I opened the slender drawer and found this