“Mum, where’s the grave of the Patasons?â€? I asked, scooping my egg up onto my toast and taking a bite.
“Now, why would you want to know a thing like that?â€? Questioned mum, and she left the room.
I poked my egg disappointedly. Grandpa’s voice emitted from behind his newspaper, “Up on the hill behind our field. It used to be their property.â€?