She smiled when she saw him park his green plastic car on an undesirable space and shake his head."Eight thousand?" Rick asked. "Is that all teachers make?""That's all – unless they invest wisely or gamble on the side," Ginny said. She smiled at the boy who would become her great uncle. "You'll get a chance to do that later. Just be careful."Ginny scanned the other faces at the dining table and saw three different expressions. Katie grinned, of course. She was enjoying this LIFE moment as much as her twin. Cynthia Jorgenson didn't smile. She stared at the game board like a chess master evaluating all of her possibilities up front. Joan Jorgenson, eleven, looked like a girl who was both intimidated by the game's complexity and delighted that she had been asked to play with the big kids.Joanie spun the plastic wheel. When it stopped on the number nine, she put her hand on an orange car and stared at Ginny with eyes that said she was as lost as a polar explorer."What should I do?" Joanie asked."Let's see what your choices are," Ginny said.
