She stopped going to the Thursday game. She told Helen she had a cold. Told Rose she was visiting a niece in Oregon. The truth was too humiliating. Without her sight, she couldn’t read the Bams from the Craks . She couldn’t see the delicate etch of a Red Dragon versus a Green . She was a pianist without fingers.
Milly smiled, a rare, cracked thing. “Same thing.” mahjong aarp
She was.
A week passed. Then two. The silence in her condo was absolute. The Mahjong set sat on her coffee table, a silent accusation. She stopped going to the Thursday game