And so Greg had settled back into his chair, lips besmirked (not in the SCRABBLE Players Dictionary); the chair creaked from the weight of his great bulk, and he listened to the clock on the kitchen wall tick its tock.
This was going to be sweet.
Until click went the “K,” onto the plastic surface of the deluxe SCRABBLE playing board.
Barry nodded. “Eke. Five points for the ‘K’ and one each for two ‘Es.’ I guess I managed to eke out this one, 'old friend'.”
“I hate you, Barry.”
Barry didn’t think Greg sounded at all like William Shatner.
This was going to be sweet.
Until click went the “K,” onto the plastic surface of the deluxe SCRABBLE playing board.
Barry nodded. “Eke. Five points for the ‘K’ and one each for two ‘Es.’ I guess I managed to eke out this one, 'old friend'.”
“I hate you, Barry.”
Barry didn’t think Greg sounded at all like William Shatner.
