And then she froze.
“Alright, you little tiles,” Eleanor muttered, settling into her worn armchair. “Let’s have at it.” pch games mahjongg
“Oh, I see you, West Wind. Hiding under the flower tile. You think I forgot about you?” And then she froze
“Gram?” Leo called, holding a six-pack of Diet Coke and a laptop bag full of cables. “I brought an external SSD. We should really clone your—are you playing PCH Mahjongg ?” Hiding under the flower tile
Leo grinned. “Okay. But you have 147 tiles left and three minutes on the clock. Want me to spot a match?”
“Dead board,” Eleanor whispered.
Leo laughed and sat beside her. He was twenty-two, a computer science major who built his own keyboards for fun. He watched as she carefully untangled a bottleneck: three green dragons blocking a crucial pair of eight-bamboo.