A little bit from the second.
“You want to what?”
“Play chess,” she said. “We have to play chess right now.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“I want some strawberries…so we have to play chess.”
I raised my eyebrows again.
“I’m allergic to strawberries…mildy allergic.”
She’s an odd one, but this topped the list. Flustered, she put her hands on her hips, sighed out loud and explained for the fifth time that she could eat strawberries if she wanted to but then she’d have to endure severe stomach pain and numbness of the limbs and face for about three hours. Playing chess was a much less uncomfortable substitute.
“Besides,” she added. “Maybe this time I’ll let you win.”
