1,2,3… 1,2,3… 1,2,3…
His forehead knit in concentration, he bent forward in his seat. His mind chanted as he swung his fist sideways then stopping as he made rock, paper and scissors with his hand alternately.
1,2,3… 1,2,3… 1,2,3…
In his mind’s eye, he was imagining his wife playing rock, paper, and scissors with him.
1,2,3… 1,2,3… 1,2,3…
Every time Alexandra won in his mind, his expression became grimmer and grimmer, making himself more engrossed in his activity that he didn’t notice the door to his office opened.
“Big Bro? What are you doing?” Charles Cole asked with a frown as he watched his older cousin doing what he obviously thought was strange.
“Survival training,” Jack replied seriously without glancing at the other. “I need to win.”
“Ha? For what?” He looked like he was
