“Sure, sure,” I agree, lifting my hand in dismissal. “Winning is totally not that important, right Melody?” The ten year old has wandered closer to our conversation, hands still firmly fixed around her handle as we wait for the other team to get to their side of the grass where their end of the rope waits. “If don’t win, we might as well never show our faces to the outside world again,” the girl replied stoically, blinking up at Liza like she’s completely serious.
