She bit the cap of the pen as she studied the squares. She furrowed her brow in concentration. After a moment or two, she gasped quietly and made as if to write something on the paper with her pen. Then she frowned and put the pen back in her mouth, her face once again the perfect picture of problem-solving. The other people in the Metro car watched her, silently rooting for her to figure it out, or else solving the last few squares themselves.
"Estupida americana," the woman had muttered as she passed.
Since that day, Nancy had always carried a Sudoku puzzle labeled "DIFICIL" with all but six numbers filled in.
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