When I get home that evening, my parents sit Dana and me down and explain to use that Grandma and Grandpa have, again, decided to kill themselves. They talk to us like we’re five, like we don’t know what choosing death means, and explain that they’ve chosen lethal injection as their means of death. I wonder how Dana already knew about Grandma and Grandpa. Obviously she checked the registry, but how did she know to do that?
“Do you guys have any questions?” my Dad asks us.
“You do realize we’re adults, right?” Dana says. “This is not a new concept for us. Clearly, the age is a shock for little miss princess here, but that’s life.”
I stop myself from rolling my eyes, because to give Dana a reaction is to validate her behavior. That’s what Dr. Schwartz says.
“Have you guys tried talking to them?” I ask, ignoring Dana’s comment.
My mom gives a sad smile. Her blue eyes look exactly like Dana’s, except that Dana’s seems to have a little gold around the edges. She inherited my mom’s petite figure, while I got my dad’s broad shoulders and thick hair. My boobs are bigger, though.
“Of course we’ve talked to them, honey,” my mom says. “They seem very decided. And they made it very clear they want it to be a happy day, like any other deathday party would be.”
“So, it’ll be a big thing?”
“Yes, just like your great great grandfather’s when you were ten,” my dad says.
“Well I can’t wait,” Dana says, standing up from the leather couch. “I support their decision. Emphasis on their decision,” she says, glaring at me. Then she stomps away. My parents half-heartedly call after her, but she was never one to be controlled.
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