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“Oh my gosh, that’s what?!” Grace exclaimed, leaning in and squinting.
I looked back at the large paper I had just drawn on. Grace and I were terrible at this game.
Caleb and Syd were winning Telestrations after Dark with at least fifty points—I may have been slightly exaggerating—but every other team still had at least five points on Grace and me.
On the paper, I had drawn a tangle of stick people and a timer with circles going around and around and around again.
“A quickie,” I answered. I could totally see it.
“Ooh, so that mess of lines is what, two stick people?” Smith asked, his own eyes narrowed as he tried to figure it out.
“Well, yeah.”
“That’s a lot of limbs, Soy,” Sydney said, her brows raised.
“That was the easiest one on your card?” Grace finally asked, looking at me with her brows still drawn in.
“Yeah.”
Grace stood and reached for the card in my hand, looking it over. “Because three blind mice would have been too difficult.” She tossed the card down to the used pile.
“Just sit down, Soy, and watch a pro,” Sydney said as Caleb stood. She pinched her husband’s butt and I pretended to not notice, instead moving to sit next to Grace again.
“You’re terrible at this game,” Grace whispered to me after I sat.
“Hey, that was a perfectly good drawing,” I said, defending myself. “You’re terrible at guessing.”
The game continued on, Sydney guessing Caleb’s drawing in seconds. And so it went the rest of the round, every other team doing well.
When it was Grace’s turn to draw, she stood and faced me, pointing at me. “Get your thinking cap on, man. You’re supposed to be a detective.”
I mimicked putting a cap on my head and winked at her, which only caused Grace to shake her head and move to the pile of cards to draw from. With deliberate concentration, she looked over the face-down pile before randomly selecting one. She looked the card over, taking more time than was likely necessary but no one called her out on it.
Finally, she nodded and picked up the marker at the drawing pad. “Ok, ready.”
Mykaela, Caleb’s older sister, flipped the timer over. “Go.”
As Grace drew, I shouted out guesses. “Person. Boobs. Penis? Why the hell does that person have boobs and a penis, Gracie? Naked. Um…” I held my breath, thinking and shaking my head. “Transgender!”
“Time!” Myke yelled out and Grace groaned, slamming the marker down.
“You suck,” she told me.
“Indecent exposure!” McKenna guessed.
“Full-frontal nudity,” Smith said confidently, to which Grace held a hand out to him.
“Thank you.” She looked pointedly at me. “You’re a cop, Sawyer! You should have been able to guess it!”
I grinned crookedly. “I got confused by the boobs and penis, Gracelyn. Maybe next time draw two people.”
She moved back to her spot and sat next to me with a heavy plop. “We suck.”
I chuckled and leaned into her, bouncing my shoulder against hers once. “Hey, but we’re having fun.”
To that, she gave me one of her brilliant smiles. Poor guessers or not, we were definitely having fun.
As for Thanksgiving this year, while I would have loved to make it out for dinner with my sister, I’d been on call. And, as luck would have it, I was in the middle of the best damn pumpkin pie my mom ever made when I was called to a case.
