At the Tables

The woman from Pascagoula called "banco" for the third time around a quarter to four. A moment later Stan felt a bead of sweat drop into the corner of his right eye, making it look like he winced when the dealer reached for the chips that represented the last of the advance money for "Poppy's Locket." The script had a strong enough premise and the "interest" of Steve Gutenberg. There was trouble in the second act but nothing that couldn't be fixed.

Another trickle moved down Stan's rib cage as the chips slid across the baize and away from him. There was only ice left in his glass. He looked over his shoulder for a cocktail waitress and saw Tadeeb standing behind him, holding out a washcloth from the room upstairs.


Image above by Lee.

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