“Keeping meticulous score was our favorite girlhood pastime, adjudicating the dispersal of the cereal boxes' plastic treasure, tallying who had more Christmas presents under the tree. When given a piece of cake to split, one sister was handed the knife. The other got to pick her half, quadruple fanatical eyeballs pressing down on the blade, its slow, slow submergence through the buttercream. And then poof. You rolled over and played dead, took yourself right out of the game. Fancy that.” ChildrenKidsDeathLossGriefEqualityMourningFairnessSistersKeeping Score Book:The Irish Goodbye: Micro-Memoirs Source: The Irish Goodbye: Micro-Memoirs