I snapped back to attention from my thoughts, shaking my head to clear them away. Grandma paused in her reading, looking me over with a slight frown. I had interrupted her reading of the rules and could only hope she didn't start from the beginning again.

"You're eyes getting heavy?" Grandma asked. "Feel like you're going to yawn?"

"No, Grandma," I said, shaking my head.

"You look like you're lying to me," Grandma said, raising a long, hairy eyebrow in my direction. Her eye stretched wider like a dinner plate.

"I'm not, Grandma, I promise."

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