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I was never at ease with my children visiting their friends’ homes.
I blame my mother.
The worst thing we could do in her eyes was to play at a girlfriend’s house. God forbid we should confess to eating something.
So you can imagine how cautious I am when it comes to my 13-year-old granddaughter. I want to hear every detail about the friend’s family that I can squeeze out of her mother.
Still, there’s one question I’ve never thought to ask until now.
“Is there a gun in the home?”