Alison was reminiscing this morning. We were talking about the likelihood that we will play euchre today after our Thanksgiving feast. She suggested that we convince everyone to bet on the games.
Jeff reminded her that we don't really do that at my family gatherings. She was disappointed but hasn't given up on the idea because she thinks she has mad card skills.
"I once won a kid's soul," she said.
I just looked at her.
"It was Alex," she confessed, speaking of my favorite of her friends who are boys. "We were playing BS and he said he'd bet half his soul, but I won. So then I asked him if he wanted to bet the other half, and I won again."
I swear to you, her eyes sparkled and her grin glowed with evil as she intoned: "I own him."
I love Alex Ogden for many reasons. He and Ali met at Day Nursery and they were three or four when we met the parents. After an initial hesitation on Karin's part, we soon became fast, platonic friends and Ali and Alex did, too.
Once he tried to save me from a terrible, awful prank that almost got us killed. Alison has zero regrets for putting that plastic snake on my shoulder as I drove them somewhere.
Alex, though, he knew then (if not before) that she has demon blood. He was -- and remains -- a valiant champion of Mrs. Reed, even if he lost that particular battle.
I'll find a way for her to return his soul, but he'll always be in my heart.