Escape Pod

Everyone Will Want One
by Kelly Sandoval

On Nancy's thirteenth birthday, her father takes her to the restaurant he likes, the one with the wood paneling, the oversized chandeliers, and the menus in French. Around them, people talk in low voices but Nancy and her father eat their soup in silence. After the waiter takes the bowls away, her father sets a wrapped box the size of a toaster on the table.

She doesn't open it, just smoothes down the ribbon and rearranges her silverware. The unsmiling waiter is watching her; she can feel it. She can feel that he doesn't want her in his restaurant, opening her birthday present. It isn't a birthday present sort of place, isn't even a thirteen-year-old in her best dress kind of place. She tries to be very small in her chair.

"Go ahead," demands her father. "Open it."

He's frowning and his frown is much closer than the waiter's. Nancy picks at the bow, undoing the knot as best she can with her fresh manicure. Checking to make sure the waiter's not looking, she picks up her knife and slides it under the tape, easing it loose without tearing the shiny paper.

The box inside has the logo of her father's company on it. Nancy's tangles her fingers together, stalling. She wants, very much, for it to be a toaster.