This Side of the Pond

A couple of weeks ago, I confessed to discovering that one of my parents is a secret smuggler of box knives. It was a shock, but I was still able to labor under the impression that my dad was the only dangerous individual in my immediate family.

Unfortunately, I have since had to reckon with my own naivety.

My mum, as it turns out, is the more cunning of the pair. She did not attempt to bring contraband with her to Wyoming; rather, she waited patiently until she got here and played the long game before she declared war, making sure she could get the weapon cache she needed without raising s...