Stevie teaches at a girls’ secondary school, and we sometimes hung out with the other teachers in the staff room. They had ongoing Scrabble tournaments with an old board and a bag of mismatched, well-worn letter tiles, and despite having been warned about how good they were, I was excited to finally play them one afternoon.
I love Scrabble, but I was no match for the other teachers. They blocked, kept tabs on what letters had yet to be played and knew all the two-letter words. They were ruthless. I had no chance. I came in last place.
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