“You didn’t ever let him win, did you, Shane?” “God, Mom! No!” Ilya laughed. “He does not need to let me win.” “I would never,” Shane said quickly. “The team comes first. Always. And besides, I like beating him.” Mom was frowning at him, not quite believing his words. “When you and Dad play Yahtzee, do you let him win?” Shane asked desperately. “Never,” Mom smiled, maybe understanding. She seemed to relax.
