“Thanks. Good luck tonight.”“Hey – no fair wishing him luck. Sounds like you’re playing favorites.”“Good luck, Terry.”“That’s more like it.” It was now his turn to show his appreciation, and he gave her a brief kiss onthe cheek. “Thanks for everything.”“You’re welcome. Just promise you all will try to leave things in one piece when you’refinished.”“
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am not promising anything,” he told her before waving and with a “Have a good Sabbathnow,” left his spot at the bar.She had to stand there for a moment, watching as the men she had come to know so well wentabout their business, organizing things for what was – for them – a special event every month,and recalling that from her arrival at the Point back in the spring, she was made to realize onething.
They will gamble on anything
, Tina had informed her.
It doesn’t matter how many official poker nights they have, give them half a chance and they’ll gamble: toad jumps, cockroach races – not that we have cockroaches thank God. Just never use the words ‘I’ll bet…’ They’ll take you seriously and then you’ll be so knotted up you won’t know what to do.
In all the months of being at the Point, she admitted to herself that she had never been ‘knottedup.’ Actually, she had become such a part of the place that it was difficult believing she hadarrived only back in the spring, or that so much had…“A dollar for your thoughts.”Adalia smiled slightly and turned to look at Kim Barrett, once more amazed at how softly hemoved for a man of his stature and also cursing herself for permitting him to sneak up on her ashe often did. Not that she was paranoid, but there were times she worried of being caught atsomething – no matter how innocent – and only too late realizing that she had been observed, andthere were two people she would prefer not to have involved too deeply in her business. Here wasone of them. Sighing, she replied, “A dollar? But…”“Your thoughts are worth more than a penny, believe me,” and he grinned broadly, appearingmore naturally charming and not much a deceptive seducer. “How are you today, Adalia?”“I’m fine. You?”“I can’t complain,” he answered with a shrug. “It’s been a good morning so far and the day islooking to get better.”The Hoosier cocked her head to one side. “So you’ll be joining the others tonight in…?” and shenodded in the direction of the main Tavern, still busy with the moving about of chairs and tableswhile others organized the fresh boxes of cards and the chip carousels and the kitchen staff set upthe buffet tables.“Oh…wouldn’t miss it. There’s nothing I enjoy better than cleaning out my brothers, especiallythe American ones…”
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