Melissa leaned casually in the doorway, watching me as I lay across my bed reading.
"Hey. You want to play a little m-o-n-o?"
I immediately put down my book and jumped up. "Sure. Who else is in?"
"Becky and Rachel are going to play."
We walked downstairs to the living room where the board was already laid out.
"Same rules?" I asked.
"Same rules," Becky replied.
"I'm the banker," I said.
"We'll be watching you."
I carefully counted the cash into neat piles and selected the thimble. I never got the race car and Melissa always chose the dog. The thimble annoyed me with it's lack of scale. But it never tipped over when the game got rough. The game always got rough.
We were quiet as we began, each of us strategizing our moves, which properties we wanted, how far we'd go to get them.
I kept a close eye on the bank roll. Stealing money from the bank was a normal occurance. But, if caught, the perpetrator had to go to jail without bail until she rolled doubles.
As we raced around the board, money started changing hands. I carefully counted to make sure I wasn't short changed. It'd been known to happen. Often.
The game got more intense. Melissa crowed when she bought Park Place. She had a monopoly that could wipe the rest of us out. She immediately started buying hotels. Three per property. Each pass of the board was made with a sigh of relief. Landing on Park Place could bankrupt us.
Becky kept a close eye on Melissa's hotels on Pennsylvania Ave. One inched perilously close to Becky's railroad. If it went over the thin black line, Becky would be able to get a discount on her rent.
The game continued for hours. Shady deals were made. Back door trades, alliances and plans were tossed across the board. Finally, it was time for bed. Carefully, we each counted our money and jotted down the figure. We bundled the cash with our properties and gave them to Mom for safekeeping. I wouldn't trust those girls with Baltic Avenue, if my life depended on it.
Five days later, we declared a victor. Exhausted and frustrated, we put the board away on it's shelf ready to be pulled out again the next time one of us decided to play a little m-o-n-o.
This post was inspired by the Red Dress Club RemembeRED prompt: games you played when you were young. My sisters and I played Monopoly so many times, we just called it m-o-n-o. And, according to many people, we all cheated. I contend that they were house rules.
I'm also over at Makes Fun today reviewing an ice cream maker.