My Daughter
"I'm not going to college."
"Why not?" Anthony argued. "You're smart enough!"
"I'm too smart."
"Toot your own horn much, Melody."
"That's not clever." She glared at her brother. "And I am. I hated school, it was soooo boring!"
"What do you like to do?"
Melody shrugged. "I don't know. I – I like to see stuff. I like vacations."
"You like to travel."
"That's what I said. And stories. I like stories."
"Mom was a travel journalist once. Maybe you'd like that?"
"Journals are stupid."
"Journalism."
"I know what you said, it's still rubbish!"
Anthony flicked his hands at her. "Suit yourself, little sister."
"I was born before you!"
"Yeah, well, you're still a shrimp!"
"Did someone say 'shrimp'?" Amy asked, walking in as Anthony walked out. "That's a great idea, I'd love some!"
Melody glared. "You know I can't cook."
"Yeah," Amy frowned. "Neither can I. Takeout?"
Melody nodded eagerly. She moved to the coat closet as her mother got the car keys and noticed a tan long coat hanging to the left. Tentatively, she got it out and slipped it on.
"Where did you find that?" Amy asked upon returning.
"Oh, uh, just sitting in the closet. Yours?"
Amy smiled. "Yeah, for an old publication party."
"Which book?"
"You haven't read it," Amy said dismissively.
"Oh?" Melody grinned. "A mystery! I like that."
"You usually do."
