“I don’t know how to play anything,” I said.

“Then we’ll start with a complicated one,” Rachel said.

She shuffled the deck with a sharp snapping sound that cut through the quiet room.

She dealt seven cards face down onto the clean surface of my tray table.

I looked at the red and black shapes without picking them up.

Rachel leaned back and opened a thick policy manual on her tablet.

The page showed a state seal and the words medical foster care protocols.