Carol Wiebe

I don’t want to play games with you, she said. What? No chess or monopoly, no scrabble? He looked downcast, then winked at her. No sarcasm or suspicion, no having to compete with each other. She pulled out the Scrabble board. I don’t want you to let me win Scrabble on purpose, he said. She sighed. This is important to me. If I can’t just relax and be myself when I’m at home, I will probably go insane. OK. What if I am unhappy about something. Don’t you want me to be honest? H