“That is not a word!”
“Yes it is.” She lays down the tiles with a smug look on her face. She does this all the time. She invents words, especially when she’s losing.
“That doesn’t even seem like a word!”
“It is a word. It’s a chemical used in tear gas.” She writes her score down.
We have been working on our trust issues in relationship therapy. I do not want to undo progress. “That is not a Goddamn word!”
She looks at me with big watery eyes, testing me and my commitment. A dictionary is between us like a dare.