Brendan chuckled.

“Sanford won.”

Frankie turned to Sanford, skeptical.

“Is that really the case?”

Sanford quickly shook his head.

“No, Uncle Brendan won this round, hands down.”

Brendan’s smile remained easy and warm.

“Shall we keep playing?”

Sanford said, “How about you two take a turn now?”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Frankie waved his hand dismissively.

at this

figured out each other’s

Sanford’s eyes lit up.

take another turn with Uncle

grin widened “Sanford, this time

what you’ve

it,” Sanford said, determination

dove back

casually against the wall, watching

followed the

on the sofa, having just won their game against Barlow

Kyson shouted, his face

a high

lifted her hand with

hands in

phone down and grinned

go

him a frosty

If I’m

I’m done playing.

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