A few Thanksgivings ago my baby cousin Sterling and his girlfriend came down from Washington. At dinner, they announced their engagement.
Wee hooo! I love a big announcement on a holiday.
After dinner, we pulled out the party games. We were going to play one of my favorites, Scattergories. Sterling’s affianced had never played before.
For this game, you have 12 categories, and a letter. You have to think of something in each category that starts with that letter.
Fun stuff. I always win.
I started passing out pencils and category lists, and we realized the die wasn’t in the box. I had left it in my bag of tricks for the Journalism Club I ran at the elementary school.
Alison said, “No worries. I have a die in my purse.”
We tried to stop her. “It’s not a regular die. It’s a many-sided die covered in letters.”
She kept walking toward her purse. Sterling’s fiancee doesn’t listen, I thought.
She came in rummaging through her little purse. Me, I carry a backpack. Between my canister of Wet Ones and my novel, I have no use for Louis Vitton.
“Here’s a die!” she said. I shook my head at her.
She pulled out a hand-carved wooden 26-sided die with letters on it.
My son yelled, “Welcome to the family! You pass.”