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 strategies; it’s

Sanford’s eyes lit up.

I’ll take another turn

this

what you’ve really

said, determination clear

two dove back into

casually against the wall, watching with quiet

chess expert, followed the game closely, her

sofa, having just won their game

won!” Kyson shouted, his face alight

a high

her hand with a broad

in a triumphant

phone down and

you go easy on

him a frosty

about my skills again? If I’m

I’m done playing.

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