“Dead board,” Eleanor whispered.
The title card shimmered in late-2000s clip art glory: a grinning dragon, a golden coin, and the promise of “Free puzzles every day!” pch games mahjongg
Leo winced. “That’s rough, Gram.”
Eleanor sat back, folded her hands over her stomach, and closed her eyes. “Dead board,” Eleanor whispered
She smiled—a real, crinkly-eyed smile—and clicked the shuffle button just as the clock hit zero. a golden coin
“I’m winning,” she corrected, not looking up. “Pull up a chair.”