The dogs were under the bed, although it wasn’t even dusk yet. Some neighborhood idiots couldn’t wait for the scheduled fireworks display and were setting off firecrackers in total disregard of the law.
Gwen was as patriotic as the next woman. But she wondered, sometimes, about extravagant celebrations of separation from a country which had for more than a century been one of her nation’s best friends.
The dogs would quiver under the bed until past midnight.