Better than most adults, actually.
I responded.
Slow at first.
Letting him lead.
Watching how he thinks.
And he was good.
Not just memorizing moves.
Understanding them.
He made a mistake on the fifth move.
Small.
But I saw it.
Of course I did.
I adjusted.
Shifted my pieces.
He noticed.
“Wait,” he said.
“Too late,” I replied.
He frowned harder.
Focused.
Tried to recover.
Didn’t quite manage it.
Ten minutes later, I had the advantage.
He knew it too.
“You’re good.”
“I used to be better,” I said.
He considered that.
Then
“I’m Eli.”
I paused.
“Eli?”
He nodded.
“And that’s my twin sister, Ava.”
I blinked.
“Where?”

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