*Josie*
“You gentlemen are absolutely no good at this game,” I announce, crossing my arms over my chest, mimicking a pout that as it turns out isn’t as much of a mimic as it should have been. I am striving not to be cross, because they aren’t taking the activity seriously.
After a Christmas feast filled with much talk and laughter, rather than letting the gentlemen retreat to the smoking room for port and a cigar, I insisted they should join me and Melina in the parlor for a few games.
Presently we are all sitting in a circle. The object is not to smile. Generally, people have a very difficult time not twitching their lips or even chortling when they know they aren’t supposed to. But not these gents. So far, me and Melina have alternated losing rounds while the men just sit there stoicall
