She’d been so close to beating Evan this time. She’d lost soundly the first two games, but this time she’d been very close. She had been practising quite regularly and was winning more of her matches on line, but she hadn’t won a round with Evan yet. And this game was long. She’d stopped counting at twenty moves as she worked every angle she could think of to beat him.Evan smiled at her but only shook his head, not looking at her as he began to place the pieces back in the case. ‘You’ve gotten much better since the last time we played. You must be practising a lot.’‘Yeah, I have, actually. I’ve been playing every evening after I walk Chester.’ She helped remove the pieces from the board and folded it, handing it to Evan to be placed back in the box.‘What about your journal? Have you been keeping up with that?’‘Yes.’ She took the box from him and placed it on the bookshelf where it belonged. ‘But I find I’m writing less simply because I have fewer troubling incidents to write about.
