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My new friend Ruth invited me over for Scrabble this morning. She beat me, of course. She had a pretty linen table cloth on the table — the scene of the crime. I am a SERIOUS Scrabble player. I don't like to go down in flames. She was so curteous at the end. I was stuck with tiles I had to eat. She said, "you can subtract them from your score, or add them to mine." This is more polite than some of the players I've played with, who rub your nose in it by forcing you to subtract.
I brought Twinings Tea Sampler — English Breakfast, Earl Grey, Lady Grey, Prince of Wales, Irish Breakfast — something to suit any mood. She had a real teapot — boiled the water, heated the pot. She was a serious teamaker I could see. The writing was on the wall even then. Why didn't I see it coming? I also brought 4 muffins — Corn, Blueberry, Carrot Cake and Gingerbread with Cream Cheese frosting.
She had a radio station on that was playing a lot of my favorite rock and roll. This must have been her evil strategy. I was lulled into a stupor listening to some of my favorite lyrics. She had the scrabble tiles in a Seagram's blue flannel bag with a gold cord. I liked this too.
She beat my ass, frankly. And BTW, did I mention, Ruth was born in 1908.