I’ve never known anyone quite like her.
“What is Spotto?” I ask.
Her eyes widen as she watches me. “You’ve never played Spotto before?”
I shake my head and she turns in her seat to the children. “Oh my God, have either of you played it?”
They both shake their heads.
She throws her arms up in the air. “This is unbelievable. Do you all live under a rock?”
We remain silent, waiting for her, no doubt long-winded, explanation.
“So, when you are driving and you see a yellow car, you have to be the first person to yell Spotto.”
I scowl harder. “What for?”
“Because that’s the game. You have to be the first to spot the yellow cars.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Good grief, you must be hard up for entertainment in Australia.”
The three of them giggle.
“Oh.” She holds up her finger. “And…” She t
