it was a warm november morning , hot enough to suggest that it might reach over thirty degrees by the afternoon . did this really have a chance to work , or was he only buying death for both of them ? i was hyperventilating , and i could n't hold it together any longer as i turned my head away and bent over coughing and choking . the gun drops from his hand , and i step on it . he got about three sentences in , pretty good and then he forgot what he was doing . 