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BY SUSIE SWANTON

•••••I stopped running when I flew off the edge of the library stairs. My knee torn and falling into my sock tasted pennies on the concrete. The stone lions picked up my books tisking at torn pages and lecturing through gargoyle mouths on how to take care of public property.

 

BY SUSIE SWANTON

•••••Mervyn was my grandfather’s name. It suggests sophistication and respect. He didn’t particularly have either. He told us that he served in a lot of wars, like the war of 1812 and the Revolutionary War. But that would make him like a million. My mother said not to believe him, he’s just teasing. That was a long time ago. He’s dead now.
•••••There were mice living under his refrigerator. My mother said we should give him one of our cats, but I think she was joking. I’m assuming he killed them because they’re not there anymore. The house is no longer in the family’s possession. We get all his mail.
•••••At his funeral there was a board with pictures of him and his family. There were a lot of pictures of us. My cousin told me that was only because my mother was the one that put it together, but actually my uncle did. I don’t want anymore pictures of me taken, so when I die my family won’t be able to make one of those boards.
•••••When I grow into my grandfather, I hope to be sophisticated like he wasn’t.
•••••When I’m a Mervyn, I’m going to be a very reputable old man.

 

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