Knives

My father takes me to the mall for an ostensibly innocent reason – I need new drawing pens. What he doesn’t know is that I am on the search for a knife, and I know just where to go. ______ is a local kitchenware chain and I know that they will have what I am looking for.

The shop does not disappoint. On the knife rack is just what I need. Not only is it big, sharp, and comes with it’s own sheaf, it is also 50% off of the original 50% off price. I get this 15$ knife for 3 bucks. Buying it, I am giddy. I feel the way I feel when I starve, when I throw up. I tuck my new secret into my backpack and go to buy my pens.

When I get home, I carefully take it out of the bag. It is sealed in hard plastic. It looks dangerous. And best of all is the warning on the back: Warning. This knife is very sharp. Use with care. Keep out of children’s reach.

I do not unpackage it, though. I want to enjoy looking at it for awhile first before I allow myself the luxury of opening it. I am filled with the joy of having a secret to myself again, and I can’t wait to find out just how sharp it is.