Her fist closes in the air as Kate catches that quarter. She leans forward on her seat to put the mug down on the coffee table, almost mirroring Ted's posture as he cuts the piece of cake. Settling back on her seat, she sits more upright now, holding up her hand as she pinches the coin between her thumb, index and middle finger, horizontal and almost at her eyes' height.
It's strange, feeling Ted's kid leaning against her, holding his breath. She does it too, suddenly this shot feeling like something as important as any final in any tournament.
Michelle watches closely, reaching out to grab her plate and feeling her hand touch Ted's briefly. The smile she offers at him is genuine, grateful even though she still has her doubts, her concerns.
"Okay, so. It's all in the wrist," Kate says, more to remind herself than to explain it. And then quick, with a snap of her fingers and a twist of her wrist, the coin is gone, the little green soldier flying off the shelf he was protecting. Henry cries out in excitement, throwing his arms in the air while his mother puts her plate down, still enjoying that first bite of cake as she claps away.
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It's strange, feeling Ted's kid leaning against her, holding his breath. She does it too, suddenly this shot feeling like something as important as any final in any tournament.
Michelle watches closely, reaching out to grab her plate and feeling her hand touch Ted's briefly. The smile she offers at him is genuine, grateful even though she still has her doubts, her concerns.
"Okay, so. It's all in the wrist," Kate says, more to remind herself than to explain it. And then quick, with a snap of her fingers and a twist of her wrist, the coin is gone, the little green soldier flying off the shelf he was protecting. Henry cries out in excitement, throwing his arms in the air while his mother puts her plate down, still enjoying that first bite of cake as she claps away.