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Last Sunday we had a family dinner here to celebrate my daughter’s birthday.

After dinner we usually play some sort of card game, this time it was a game called 31. I almost never listen to the instructions because listening to rules is just boring to me and half the time I don’t absorb it anyway. I’ve found that it all becomes clear fairly quickly anyway as you watch the play.

But this time it had been along day and I was tired, so I really wasn’t paying much attention to the play as it went round the table and a couple of times. I kept getting confused about whether I needed to get high cards or low cards. Did I want the ace to count for 1 or 11? After a couple of rounds, I was looking pretty much like the ditzy grandma who just couldn’t grasp a simple card game, and I was only still in the game because of luck. Everyone was making fun of me and my 14 year old granddaughter, Izzy, was having a grand old time talking about what a good story this was going to make. We all tease each other, so no hard feelings.

In spite of myself, I recovered my stride, and pulled myself back from the edge of senility. At the end the game, there we were, the two final participants, head to head, Crazy gram and Iz. She, totally certain of her impending victory. She knocks, and she has 20 points, but... gramma has 21.

Gramma wins!

Great ending for the story, Iz.

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