It was summer.
“Let’s go see Reno 911” Val the middle sister said. May the oldest sat up. “Yeah it’s mad hot in here.”
“So who’s paying for me?” Angie asked smiling at her siblings.
“You’re not seventeen” May stated.
Angie was incredulous. “But I’m 16!”
“Yeah but that’s not 17” Val said.
Angie rolled her eyes and went to get dinner.
Val and May left as Angie microwaved leftovers. Then she settled in front of the TV.
There was a knock on the door. Their mom Helen answered. Angie had a good view from the couch. It was her father who’d moved out a couple months ago. Her parents always fought. She and her sisters weren’t close to him.
French words Angie couldn’t fully comprehend were tossed by the bitter couple but she was sure that most of them were curses and insults. The door slammed shut. Helene threw papers onto the coffee table, shouting in French as she walked past. Angie put her food down and read them. It was the official divorce papers. Oh. Angie picked her plate back up and focused again on the TV