Milly smiled, a rare, cracked thing. “Same thing.”
And it was glorious.
“Deal me in,” Milly said. “And Helen, stop keeping score with a pen. Use your phone like a normal person.” mahjong aarp
Hesitantly, Milly sat down. Carol pushed a rack toward her. Milly reached out, her fingers trembling, and brushed the surface of a tile. It was a One Bam —a peacock. She could feel the raised dots, the subtle groove of the bird’s tail. Milly smiled, a rare, cracked thing
“You don’t have to,” Carol said. “You just have to learn touch . Your hands remember more than your eyes do.” “And Helen, stop keeping score with a pen
“Because Helen was fishing for that tile,” Milly said. “The game is not just about your hand. It’s about reading the table. Reading the people .”