"I've got a pair of bams, just waiting on a pong." Amelia gleely smiling at her other 'competitors' at the table.
Josephine, Vivian, and Margaret surrounded her at the table. Josephine stares at the bricks intensively, not moving her eyes from table.
The table went silent as they await Josephine to play, but someone as to break the silence.
"Aiyoo, Josephine, you're still not winning," Vivian teased, dropping a tile with a satisfied click. "Your luck today is terrible."
Josephine laughed lightly, waving her hand. "Come on, I'll win this round. Amelia, the mahjong goddess is beside me now — she always brings me luck."
Amelia took a slow sip of her tea, her mind clearly elsewhere. The women noticed immediately.
"Amelia, darling, you've been quiet," Margaret said, leaning forward with concern. "Is everything alright with Silas? Did your son give you a new headache today?"
