We arrived at my in-laws near eight and the kids snuggled in for the night. Meanwhile Andy and his mom poured the wine, set out the snacks. Martin (a friend of ours from Austria) shuffled the cards. We gathered around the table, dealt the cards, began to play.
And the stories flowed. Of childhood and Austria and the crazy-busy week. We laughed and teased and didn’t want to go to bed. But the hours kept churning and our wine glasses were empty. My head hit the pillow and all of the tension was gone.
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from the Slice Challenge at Two Writing Teachers.