lol, it's okay, bb. I had to look up how to play.
Leah’s statement was true; Kori had been able to get away with more than any of her siblings. Perks of being the baby she’d always assumed.
But with Brandon’s outburst any response that Kori had was swallowed up. She hadn’t caught the hint initially, and now she wondered if she should have. “They are, if you think about it,” she mused. “We only have two here, if we include cousins.” She broke into a smile. “Congratulations, Lele.” There were small thoughts of envy in the back of her mind, but she quieted them in favor of being happy for her sister. She was happy for her sister, and she didn’t want her own sadness coloring that.
“She’s right, on both counts.” Kori sided with Leah, because she could. “The whole compound wouldn’t starve because you ruined a pan of cookies. Promise.” She loved her brother, there was no question of that, but if he could learn how to shoot a gun and all the other things he’d learned, he could learn how to bake. It wasn’t rocket science. “And you’re apartment was only a little singed.” She remembered that it had smelled like smoke even a week later.
Kori laughed softly at Brandon’s expression, and the way Leah responded. “I think you’ve been caught in your plotting, Bran-Bran,” she sing-songed. At least Kori could take solace in the fact that she only had to take her two cards back, rather than an entire stack, but the start of the game wasn’t boding well for her. “You are so mean,” she stated as she flipped her cards, neither of which were an Ace. “And it’s you’re turn,” she said as she slipped the cards back into her stack.
It was amazing she ever managed to win at this when she was younger. But the older she got, the more she started wondering if maybe her brother and sisters had let her win.
As the game progressed it felt like they some of the discomfort in the room was dissipating, and Kori took the opportunity to broach the subject she’d been hoping to bring up.
“So, Laura, the one who works in the kitchen, was thinking about starting a school for the older kids,” she began, tone light. “What do you think? Good idea? Bad idea?” She was already a little in love with the project, but she wanted their input.