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Sunday was “Fan Tan” night when I was eight. My family played the card game for pennies.
“Where’s that seven of hearts?” Dad tossed a copper on the table with mock disgust. “Shelly? You only have one card left?”
“The little brat’s got it,” said my fourteen-year-old brother pitching his coin.
I batted my eyelashes. “Why, Jeffrey, whatever do you mean?” With a dramatic flourish, I laid down the seven. “I win!”
It’s not the victories I remember as much as the unprecedented peace between my parents, my father’s relentless teasing, and laughing so hard I nearly wet my pants.