“Chasing the Echoes of Home: A Journey Through Memory and Migration”
I looked up to gauge the expression on Hanalea’s face, but she’d turned away and was headed to her bedroom.
My turn. I picked up a Chance card and moved my favourite peon—the silver boot—to the nearest railroad. When a car rumbled past on Hamra Street, muffler roaring, I jumped. The car’s taillights lit up bits of the living room wall and then disappeared.
I had Boardwalk and Park Place. It wasn’t long before Ginny’s silver thimble would land on one of my hotels and she’d have to hand over all her money and most of her properties. But I didn’t want the game to end. Without any electricity, we couldn’t watch Brooke Shields in The Blue Lagoon like we’d planned. We’d had gym class in the morning and basketball practice after school—a lot of running and drills— and Ginnie had been yawning for the last half hour. It wouldn’t be long before she’d want to head to bed. I knew I’d never be able to sleep on the inflatable mattress she’d set up for me on her bedroom carpet. If I couldn’t sleep at home, how could I sleep here, especially if Ginnie made good on her promise and told me one of her famous ghost stories?
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