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

out each other’s strategies;

Sanford’s eyes lit up.

another

widened “Sanford, this time

what

said, determination clear in

dove back into their

the

expert, followed the game closely, her gaze fixed on the

were celebrating on the sofa, having

his face alight with

a high

her hand with a

hands in

his phone down and grinned

you go easy on

shot him a

I’m such a problem,

I’m done playing.

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