My grandmother’s hand must be guiding me as I move the mahjong tiles. Winds, dragons, craks slide over a felted tabletop like the one I sat beside in childhood while the good friends played. Gin and tonics in hand, competitive spirits roused, they laughed so hard and shrieked so much I could not stay away. Curled in a striped silk armchair, I watched for hours. Now my own friends are teaching me the mahjong moves, and don’t believe I’m new. Pungs, kongs, chows make sense to me, the rules imprinted on my soul.
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