Cards were a level playing field
Dec 11, 2019
2 minutes
When my grandmother died eight years ago, my two brothers, two cousins, and I got to pick one thing from her house. We didn’t discuss anything. We didn’t fight. We all just wanted the card table.
In the name of family peace, my mother denied us all, pleasing no one. The table sat in the back of the family room. It was small and square and easy to
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