Chapter Forty-two
TrammelThe children played a board game with only minor bouts of heated argument. When Wiri produced a box containing chess pieces, Hana directed the smaller children to a game involving a pair of plastic tweezers and a caricature of a human body.
“Horsey.” Edin pointed back to the black knight, which Phoenix moved diagonally across the board. She held out her hand, palm upwards in a silent demand.
“We’re playing this game.” Hana tapped the rounded stomach of the smiling plastic man as Mac lifted off the face to reveal a brain. “We don’t take their pieces.” She exhaled as Mac repeated a shortened version of her sentence, wondering when she barked orders instead of explaining.
“Their piece.” Mac jerked his head towards the chess game, ruining the severity of his expres
