Oh, the other part was where we were at a dinner table/restaurant which I think was actually my aunt/Nonni’s house but in fact I think looked more like the bedrooms, but maybe none of them, and I think it must’ve been one, sort of, 'cause there was a closet with drawers, but we were at the table + my brother thought I was being disrespectful (to Dad?) so he went to the closet and I angrily bite/kissed his lower lip/teeth to prevent him from getting out a gun (shotgun) and pointing it at me to lay down the law.