story from my childhood

[kate most]

One time my older brother w/friend pretended to be burglars, breaking into our home when I was home w/a friend from my class (elementary school). We were on the first floor, and my brother w/friend were downstairs, talking loudly with altered voices about "the silverware" and where it was. My friend and I were so scared that we picked up a large & heavy leather-bound armchair (that we could barely lift), and let it rest on the railing above the stairs. My friend balanced it on the railing, ready to just push it over, while I went to look at the stairs from a better angle, to signal to him exactly when he had to drop the armchair on the head of the "burglars". The plan was to after that just charge down and attack them. When they started to climb the stairs I noticed just in time, that it was in fact my big brother w/friend, and disaster was avoided. PS. My friend died from an overdose some years ago. R. I. P.