“Miriam, would you come out please? I need some help.”
Miriam pulled the door open and stood there sullenly, her attitude more
like thirteen than eleven. “I’m busy,
Mom.”
Judith closed her eyes briefly, gathering herself, and then opened them
again to gaze sternly at her eldest. “I
have a deadline on Friday. I need you to
help me find a game for your brother.”
“And if I do, can I finally
have a genmod or an exspec?”
She had a brief image of a tuskless miniature mammoth or a
glow-in-the-dark giant rabbit cavorting in the backyard. Why didn’t kids these days just want cats or
dogs?
(from The Future,
Imperfect by Ruth Nestvold)
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