Grandma gets cranky when I ask her about Dad, so I wrote deceased under his name on the family tree. I thought it was a stupid assignment anyway.
Sister Mary Agnes calls me in during lunch. I sit in the creepy chair next to her desk, the low one that makes you feel like a little kid.
“Bring the rest of your lunch,” she tells me, but I throw it away when I follow her inside.
She takes a bite of her peanut butter sandwich, sets it down on a paper towel then twists the cap off her thermos and pours water into it. After a sip, she asks if Dad has died.
“No, ma’am,” I say.
“He moved, didn’t he?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Grown-ups ask questions they already have answers for.
Victoria Melekian / About Author
Victoria Melekian works as a court reporter. Her stories and poems have appeared in Monkeybicycle, Mudfish, Literary Orphans, Atlanta Review, Valparaiso Fiction Review, and other anthologies. Her story “What I Don’t Tell Him” aired on NPR. She has twice won a San Diego Book Award. For more, visit www.victoriamelekian.com.