Oh no, I fear that I have let my anger get away from me. What if he wasn’t a conman at all? And even if he is, he is representing papa in the tournament, and if he loses those other men will finally take control. I can’t let that happen, but I can’t get back into the tournament. Scott has to win, no matter what.
Oh, I wish I had someone to talk to, someone that could help me make sure that Scott wins.
If he wasn’t lying… he is a truly dreadful poker player.
3 comments:
Like your Papa said, sometimes if you wish hard enough..
There's a group of us out of townies here to help y'all, we can't be there in person but by the cards we'll do all we can to help ya out lass!
Accountants know numbers, cards are numbers...he's got a better chance than you'd think.. ;-)
Don't worry, we'll help you two through this!
Why thank you, you two! It is right neighborly of you to offer to help me. I hope that you can prove more trustworthy certain other out of towners.
Oh, but I shouldn’t get all depressed over it. As my papa says, sometimes they bluff. We just have to bluff right back.
A few days ago I was thinking just like you, April. Scott was such a whiz at numbers, surely he’d know how to count cards or be able to tell when someone was fudging numbers, but the man seemed to be entirely without any sort of huntin’ instinct. I’m still undecided. Was that God’s own truth or was he spinning me a story?
If it was the truth, poor Scott doesn’t know a two from a king, and he surely doesn’t know how to play. In the first few rounds, he folded every single round! I asked him, Scott honey, why would you do that? He said, his face as blank as newly fallen snow, well… doesn’t your stake accrue interest if you leave it in the bank?
That’s when I knew we had a hard row to hoe.
Still it brings me comfort to know that I might have some help. Thank you all again.
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