Ball 71. Frost on the window, tea in tall glasses, and a cloth bag of little wooden barrels on the kitchen table. A grandmother pulled out one barrel at a time and read the number painted on its end.
Kelly was squeezed in between the cousins. “Watch her,” Kelly said. “She has a name for every barrel.” The grandmother looked at a barrel, smiled, and said a nickname, and the cousins slid a button onto their cards.
“The names are part of the family,” she told Ama. “My grandmother called them that, and now you will.” She let Ama draw the next barrel.