A Little Game Page #7

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It's my neighborhood school.

That's what a real city

kid would do, isn't it?

Plus they've got the second-best

chess team in the city.

Maybe I can put them

over the top.

Yeah.

Yes, I do.

You do not.

That means your wish

will, in fact, come true

- 18 years from now.

- Mama!

You're back!

Ohh! Hi, honey!

Oh, I couldn't be

away from my girls.

Yaya.

What, you're surprised?

I... I wasn't sure

I'd see you again.

This is the last time.

You don't

need me no more.

I'll always need you.

Oh, no, that didn't

come out right,

but you know

what I mean.

Thank you, Yaya.

Everything worked out okay

with your help.

You did it all yourself.

But I want to answer

that question of yours.

About why things

have to change?

Hmm.

I think I know the answer.

Tell me, matia mou.

Because sometimes

a great old pizza place

has to close so that

a new one can open.

I hate metaphors.

Say hello

to Norman for me.

What do they want?

They're trying

to convince me to come back

to the Blackstone Academy

after I graduate from PS 41.

You'll have your choice of schools.

They also want you

to teach them.

They're not

city kids.

Maybe we can

teach them how to be.

I guess I could

teach you all together.

Three six-year-olds

almost makes a grown-up.

We're not six.

He knows.

We'll start

tomorrow.

Three kids at once.

I must be an idiot.

It's lucky for you

I'm such a softie.

Get out of here!

Hey, Shmuel!

Don't worry

about the next game.

Enjoy this one.

Know what I mean?

Yeah.

I'll try.

I'm going to enjoy beating

you, that's for sure.

You couldn't beat me

if I gave you a bag of

oranges, three hammers,

a baseball bat, and

the Brooklyn Dodgers!

Anybody want

to play some chess?

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