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Show 119 opened and Nick stepped back in. Steven's arms fell to his sides, Sara stepped back. Steven needed to say something, but what? It's not what it looks like? It was exactly what it looked like. He opened his mouth as though to speak anyway, then saw that he didn't have to. Nick's glare had become a grin. "All right," he said, "you wanna play a little Scrabble we'll play a little goddamn Scrabble. But I get to add a few rules." Nick only lost at the game once, the first time they played. It took him that long to decide on what rules to add. Since they were in Spain, Spanish words were okay, right? Since it was just them, dirty words were okay, right? Since they didn't have a dictionary if you knew you were right you were right, right? Puta, poohtang, spick, it went, and vino, bunko, kike, bite. "My ass," he said. "You can bite my ass if I ever lose at this game again. It only came close to happening once, the time that Steven played sanitize off the t_ in Sara's ballet, scoring not only a double triple word score along the bottom but a bonus fifty points as well for using all his letters. "Big fucking deal," said Nick, then accidentally spilled his wine over the board, flooding the neat squared field of words until it was a purple swamp of nonsense. And apologized, over and over-his attempt at sincerity barely |
