"Mom, did you know that there used to be such a thing as dodo bird?"
"Yes, but now they are extinct."
"Yeah and there is a kind of pigeon that is extinct too."
"You're thinking of passenger pigeons."
"Yeah, passenger pigeons. The last one was shot by a fourteen year old boy and now it is in a museum." Claire slices methodically.
"Oh, I didn't know that." I say while corraling chopped bits of pepper in plastic wrap.
"Yup. A kid the same age as John killed it. I wonder if he went to jail?"
Faith wields her knife like a sword. I try not to look. "The last pigeon died a long time ago. A long, long time ago. Like in the Nineteen Hundreds or something."
At that moment I felt old. And so did John.