Hardy Griffin
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Baba
He doesn’t have to count before he clacks the black chips from one triangle to another on the tavla – or backgammon – board. I try not to count myself, but often get it wrong. We have an unspoken deal that he can move my pieces backward or forward to correct my mistakes at any time. Today, though, it doesn’t seem to matter much, as my father-in-law is absentmindedly beating me soundly.
By Hardy Griffin4 years ago in Families
Dadjinsky
I awoke in écarté. My left arm curved around the pillow and up to the headboard and my right foot arched toward tightly pointed toes. I looked longingly askance at the wall. Yes, I lay horizontal on the bed, but otherwise it was perfect. I held in position until I drifted back asleep.
By Hardy Griffin4 years ago in Families
