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rolled cat's eyes. She was losing from the start. I rolled and moved
eight spaces from GO. And that's the way it continued. She lagged,
always a good half dozen spaces behind. I was buying more property,
good property, Park Avenue, and stockpiling my earnings. She was
quiet. I didn't say anything either. I didn't have to. It was clear
I was winning.
Mother came in with dinner. I pushed the Monopoly board aside, making
room, and Mother set the stiff paper plates of steaming beef stroganoff
on the table. "Get a fork and knife," she said, then turned and
the standing closet next to the cold box I grabbed silverware and
paper napkins, nice paper napkins, cloth-soft and embossed with
fancy curlicues, that Mother had amassed from the Polks' kitchen
and that I was certain Mary Beth would take notice of. She was watching
my every step. But still she said nothing, not even after I sat
down and we began eating, not about the napkins, or even about the
food, which, like the napkins, came from her kitchen. Her silence
both annoyed and alarmed me.
she thinking of Mother as a thief a napkin thief and would she tell
doing it," I said.
she asked, finally looking up.
strip Monopoly," I lied.
picked a tiny thread of beef from her teeth and wiped it on the
edge of her plate. She was looking directly at me the whole time.
Then she turned her fork and looked down at her food. Not long after,
no more than a couple minutes, she got up and went to the door,
and at that moment Mother appeared, just as if Mary Beth had been
expecting her. She held Mary Beth's schoolbooks in her arms, which
she left on the couch and disappeared as quickly as she had come.
Mary Beth lingered at the door. Even after she sat back down, she
kept looking back over her shoulder. Once, as she turned back in
my direction, I caught her wistful gaze. Then I felt sorry for her.
I was about to speak. But she all at once looked up and said, "Where's