As they finished dinner, the lights flickered and went out. “I guess the snow finally took down the power line,” Dad said.
“Cindy, get the candles,” Mom said. She retrieved the flashlight from a drawer in the kitchen and stood it on end in the middle of the table. “Andi, bring the oil lamp. Be careful with it. Suzi, let’s clear the table.”
Thirty minutes later the dishes were stacked next to the sink, the lamp and candles were lit, and a Scrabble game was underway.
“How come we only play Scrabble when the electricity goes out?” Cindy asked.
“It’s a family tradition,” Dad said. “Everything stops when the lights go out, and we get to play. When there’s light, there’s work to be done.”
It was Andi’s turn. “Zygot!” she triumphed. “On a triple score square! I win!”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” her father said, laughing.
Copyright © 2013 Loretta Miles Tollefson