No Poker Face Either

Sheesh! I think there are ANTS IN MY PANTS! The strange kid yelled. The rest of us started laughing like our HEARTS were going to fall out. Her annoyance tickled us, she had not been invited, and was not welcome. We were thirteen, and a mighty group of three. Not four. SORRY! I apologized. No POKER face, so she probably knew I was lying. There would be big TROUBLE for me though if her mealy mouth mama came after mine. We were distantly related through an OLD MAID aunt, which does not make sense either. GUESS WHO would call my mother if I didn’t start back pedaling here? So I began to grovel. It’s not funny! I said. Then I asked her if she was okay. She was the weirdest kid LIFE could have coughed up, and where did she land? Ha! In my friendship circle, and it was pure AGGRAVATION. Don’t get MAD I said, insincerely. I have to GO FISH, my friend Jacque said. She could not stop laughing as she left. You don’t have a MONOPOLY on fishing! Patty yelled after her. They were competitive. “Did you set this MOUSETRAP?” My mother hollered from somewhere below us. Mousetraps were TABOO at our house, with a four-year-old around. “No, Dad set it!” I yelled. Knowing he was going to get IT now. Did you want to play? The strange kid asked us. We pretended CONCENTRATION, and played a few hands, just to let her think we liked her. She was snarly and grumpy, and still dancing around, scratching herself. No POKER face either. Written 3-4-2019 Contest: Anyone Game? Sponsor: Carol Connell