The Vanishing Mate

Kendrick smirked, and I knew I was right on the money.

Reid, our resident gambler, kept a few bags on his belt of dice, cards, and a bag of six stones. Five were black, and one was white.

It was our way of deciding who would be stuck with the chores and jobs that no one wanted to do. We each drew a rock in our closed fists and then opened them at the same time. Whoever had the white stone lost.