After dinner, Frank dug out the chessboard and rounded up Greg and Lanzo. Sitting in the far corner of the dining room, the two young men set up their pieces and began moving their men over the board. As Frank watched them play, he looked to see who the aggressor was. Chances were they’d be the same way on the mountain. It didn’t take long to find out. Lanzo went straight for the queen and rooks and was doing quite a bit of damage to Greg’s forces. Fifteen minutes later, the Italian seemed poised to claim checkmate, when from out of nowhere, Greg sprung his trap.
“Mamma mia,” Lanzo cried, sitting back and running his hands through his hair.
Greg smiled as he watched his rattled friend trying to cope with what had just happened. Finally, Lanzo gave up and conceded the game.
“You sneaky l
