The Path Of Minor Planets: A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
“But I’m sooo good at it, and sooo careful,” she complained, pulling up a bar stool and resting her chin on the countertop. He refused, wiped the blade of his heavy knife, and began slicing a moon-white onion, letting the rings fall silently to the board. “Oh, come on,” Lydia said to her father, and then flailed her arms out, crying: “Oh, just drop it!” She was trying out a new way of talking now, similar to her friend Kim’s voice—so many sighs and ohs and weary eye-rolling expressions—but she hadn’t got it right yet, and could see it wasn’t working now. He glanced up at her and she was a little afraid she’d offended him, somehow; acted too teenagerly for a girl of eleven, like a tourist saying the wrong words from a phrasebook. But he waved her away with the knife—he was unconcerned, and unmoved. Usually, when she wanted something, Lydia returned to childhood and her early successes at manipulation—that artificial smile she was flashing now, the giggle with a finger at her lip, the curtsy.
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