“Elizabeth’s brother was gone now, and she wanted the handguns gone, too — put out of commission. The collection wasn’t her idea of a keepsake. I wasn’t really interested in them, either. True, I’d been to the indoor shooting range over the years — with my own brother and with friends — and each time I enjoyed it. It made me shaky with excitement, and scared, like looking over the edge of a tall bridge. But this wasn’t on my mind at the time. I promised Elizabeth that I’d get rid of them.” (New York Times Magazine)