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.

we’ve been at this

figured out each other’s strategies; it’s

Sanford’s eyes lit up.

I’ll take another turn with

“Sanford, this

me what you’ve really

said, determination

dove back into their

the

though not a chess expert, followed the

sofa, having just won

Kyson shouted, his face alight with

a high

lifted her hand

slapped hands in a triumphant

put his phone down and grinned at

go easy on

shot him

about my skills again? If I’m such a

I’m done playing.

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