Of course mom didn't know what to say in response to Asher's rude demand, until I explained. In Asher's mind, our house was consumed with blazing flames. About to use his axe to chop a hole in the roof, his command was intended to save our lives rather than force Grandma to go back home.
We actually see fires blazing all around town these days. When we pulled up to a restaurant last week, Asher claimed there was a fire burning down the building that he needed to put out. Walter and I were able to convince him the other firefighters were on their way so we could safely go eat, but the fire was still there when we emerged an hour later. Since we had brought the firehose with us anyway, we allowed Asher to run over to the building and save the shopping center from burning to the ground.


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