I'm Dead Out

Genevieve and my mom went to a cemetary earlier in the day and I was getting ready to go to Trader Joe's.

Gen was washing her hand in the kitchen sink. I asked her if she wanted to go to Trader Joe's with Jeff and me and she said, "No, I don't feel like it."

You can get candy, I said.

I don't feel like candy.

You can get vegetables, frozen or fresh.

I don't feel like vegetables.

I leaned on the door way. She dried her hands.

You can get fruit.

I don't feel like fruit.

My mom and I looked at eachother, laughing quietly.

My mom asked her if she wanted to go to another cemetary.

Gen sighed, and said, I don't feel like another cemetary, I'm dead out.