A Zany Life · Aha! · Joined at the Heart · Writers Write

Going In For the Kill

I took Cherry and Coco to a chess tournament. The kids played six rounds. Those with the best records won medals and trophies. Cherry won a medal, and Coco just missed the cutoff. It was a long day on a hard bench for me, but I learned something significant about my oldest daughter. She is ruthless.

It happened during the fourth match. Cherry’s opponent was cocky. Her quiet girl manners were misleading. I watched with my girlfriend, K., from a distance of 20 feet. Cherry sat, facing us at the end of a long cafeteria table.

With serious cogitation, she moved her pieces while he talked trash. I couldn’t hear him, but I saw it in his posture, in the way he moved his mouth, in his smirk.

K. said, “She has on her game face.”

I said, “Yeah. I’ve seen it before.”

“Do you think she’s upset?”

“No, I think she hates to lose.”

A few minutes later she floated her queen to the far side of the board. He countered with a pawn. Then, before he could blink, she slapped her queen to the right, capturing his knight. Checkmate.

My little girl looked right at me, beaming.  I got him.

Vanquished, the boy lifted his hand, admitting defeat to the scorekeeper. He sat speechless as the little girl with almond eyes and a Mona Lisa smile reached across the table to shake his hand.


2 thoughts on “Going In For the Kill

  1. I have to tell you how much I enjoy checking in on your blog! Your girls are so lucky to have you. Hope to see you bright and early Saturday at the HHCC/HP swim meet.


  2. Liz, I’m so happy to have a reader! And, yes. I’ll be at the pool bright and early on Saturday morning. See you soon!


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