“Yeah! That’s five wins in a row for me!”
Springing up from the couch where we’d been sitting together, her video game controller dropping to the ground, Darla launched headlong into her little victory dance. I couldn’t really begrudge her for it under the circumstances, but I knew it was expected and so I did a little grousing anyway.
“Yeah, yeah.”
Our black cat Whozit looked up from where he’d been snoozing on the back of the couch and watched her dance for just a moment before yawning and going right back to sleep.
“Are you sure you aren’t just letting me win, Sammy? I mean, you’re not usually this awful.”
“No, no,” he reassured her. “I guess I’m just a little … distracted.”
“Well, try a little harder this time, will you?”
“Okay, okay.”
Retrieving her controller and throwing herself back onto the couch, Darla restarted the game then and turned her full attention to trouncing her big brother for a sixth time.