She sighs inwardly as her mother leaves, still blanketed in silence. **There goes Mickey, too. So much for me having a pet.** She pulls out a pack of cards and begins to play a version of solitaire: the table is barely big enough to play "Wyoming." She knows better than to ask her mother, who hates cards, or her brother, who always beats her. **Dad used to let me win sometimes.** She sniffles a little to herself as she plays the 10, Jack, Queen, and King of Hearts in rapid succession. She is shuffling when she hears her mother call, "Nora, Chris! Seinfeld's coming on."