Ronnie s mother
One Tuesday afternoon I was at Ronnie’s place again. We were playing a racing game and, as usual, I lost every time. That was the main reason why Ronnie often invited me to come and play with him. With the other kids in our class, he had a much harder time winning. The fact that I always lost because I really didn’t give a rat’s ass about these games thankfully eluded him. “Yes!” Ronnie exclaimed, while on the screen his car passed the finishing line first, “I win again!” He gave me a...