Eenie, meenie, miney, mo.
My finger landed on Poland. No, I don’t think so. I’ll try again. I shut my eyes, twirled my finger over the map and stabbed down. Italy this time. Hmm, that’s a possibility.
The back door opened and I called out. “Eva, is that you?”
She was still annoyed. “Who else would it be?”
She must have noticed I hadn’t made dinner like I promised. “Are you still trying to decide who you will make peace with?”
She didn’t get Risk at all, my Eva.