I turned to Madelyn, who had drawn a ten and, instead of moving forward like a normal, sweet sixth-grader, employed the card’s other option and took one step back, thereby returning my pawn to start, though I posed no threat to her whatsoever. “You will grow up to be a terrible person,” I told her. “I mean, more terrible than you are now. If that’s even possible.” “He didn’t mean that,” Joan called from out on the porch.
