I think my mother may be a dominoes shark.
Supposedly she had never played dominoes before my aunt turned us on to the game a few years ago.
We’ve played sporadically since because it makes a nice change from cribbage, our usual go-to game and, even though she always acts like she’s not really paying attention to what she’d doing, she’s won her fair share of rounds.
But so have I. Until this week.
We just played a total of thirteen rounds over three days, starting with the double blank tile and ending with the double twelve.
She won twelve of the games. All but one.
This is also the first time we had wagered on the outcome. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
I’m going to be washing the dishes until Labor Day. I think I’ve been had.