MONDAY. AFTERNOON.

Playing dirty scrabble with Hil. Our best game yet. There aren’t enough “c’s” to play dirty scrabble well so we cheat to stretch the game out.

Hil gets up and goes to the bathroom. Sandor walks to the couch where I’m sitting and leans over the board. I cover it with my hands.

“You don’t want to see this,” I say with a shy smile. “We’re playing dirty scrabble.”

Sandor sits on the edge of the couch and picks up letters. Looking at the board, his only concern is that we aren't playing by the rules. We put letters on top of others not caring if they make sense up and down.

“It would be a very short game if we played correctly,” I explain to Sandor.

Hil walks back into the room and mouths “w h y i s h e h e r e?” pointing at Sandor who’s concentrating on the board.

I shrug as Hil sits down. We smile at each other as Sandor sets his word down on the board.

I wish I'd have thought of it.