Dr Meera Saravana has been on the run for the last ten years due to a fatal misunderstanding. She ends up in New York, hoping that maybe this time everything will work out. But that's turning out to be impossible the more she gets involved with the...
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MEERA
Friday game night was suppose to fun but instead it turned into a disaster.
This is why nobody likes to play Monopoly.
"I am the king of the hill, baby!" Dr. Carlson cackled like a manic. "Now bow before me, mere mortals! For I have achieved peak financial prowess over which you lack!"
"Hey, General Patton!" Nat called out. She threw a small plastic red house piece at his head. It bounced off and landing on the floor with a clack. "It's Monopoly, not World Domination. Fuck off!"
Haley slams her hand down on the table, making the board and its pieces shake. She levels a glare at Andre. "You are a duplicitous man who uses underhand tactics and tricks to win!" She picks up another plastic board peace and throws it at him too. "Fuck! I can't believe you've done this!"
"You're just mad because I made better financial decisions that you!" Andre grins, fanning himself with colorful Monopoly money.
"Tch. That's just luck!"
"You betrayed me! I thought we were a team!" Dr. Franz pointed at him sharply. "I trusted you! We're partners!"
"We were......until you bought Park Place and refused to sell it to me."
"It has high real estate value!"
"That's enough!" I yelled, throwing down my cards on the table. "Enough, both of you! It's just a game!" I plead, hoping that they'd stop arguing.
"Just a game?!" Haley gasped, holding a hand over her chest. "It's not a game. It's about the principle!"
"Ha!" Now I see why they didn't give him whiskey. He was insufferably smug about winning. "I offered you The Railroad station but that was too good for you!" He said.
I narrowed my eyes at Andre.
"Nobody even lands there!"
"You're just bitter."
"She's right." Nat chimes in, escalating the situation further.
"Nat!" I hiss. She just shrugs carelessly.
I got up, ready to separate them but Nat stopped me with her arm. She placed a bowl of popcorn in my lap and watched as the two quarreled over imaginary finances and the evils of capitalism.
"No, no." Nat said, already munching on popcorn. "Let them go at it. This is entertaining than Monopoly. I want to see who'll win."
This is why we can't have nice things. It took us almost thirty minutes to calm both of them down and switch over to a game that didn't induce homicidal rage. We played Life next because that was the only to ensure that we would talk to each other on Monday morning.
