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winning. Instead, he let everyone else win while he learned our bad habits.
The game changed drastically about an hour later.
By now I had more than doubled my pile of cash, and I was playing dangerously. But then, as if someone slammed a door, all of a sudden I couldn’t win a hand to save my life. The pots started getting higher, and Jeremiah started winning.
I should have seen what was happening, but instead I became even more overconfident and arrogant.
Have you ever seen a fisherman set a hook? That’s what Jeremiah did to me. He put the bait out there, I nibbled, and he yanked hard and sunk the hook deep in my jaw.
I was getting desperate when the best hand of the night was finally dealt to me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I held three kings and two jacks, meaning a full house. My palms got sweaty in anticipation.
I should have been wary, because Jeremiah was dealing. But I was desperate to recover what I’d lost, so once again I ignored that little voice inside me.
It was my bet. I looked at my cards once more, and then I eyed the cash that I had remaining on the table.
“I have around two thousand here,” I said, and I pushed it all towards the middle of the table.
A surprised murmur went around the table.
“Too rich for me,” the man next to me said, and one by one everybody folded until the bet came to Jeremiah.
Jeremiah took in a big breath and let it out slowly. He looked at his cards once more and smiled.
“Why not,” he said.
It was silent as he counted his money. Then, he reached inside his vest pocket and pulled out another wad of cash.
Jeremiah looked at me.
“I’ll call your two thousand, and I raise you eight thousand.”
There was a surprised hum in the room, followed by a tense silence. I hadn’t noticed before, but Brian stood in the corner, and he was watching closely.
All eyes were on me. I looked at my cards once more and frowned thoughtfully.
“I’ll call,” I said, and my voice was hoarse.
“I don’t see any money on the table.”
“We can cover it,” I said. “The money’s in the safe in my office.”
A few seconds passed as Jeremiah thought on that, and then he nodded.
“Fine by me,” he said, and asked, “How many cards?”
“I’ll play these.”
“Dealer takes two,” he said.
He discarded two cards and dealt himself two more. His movements were slow and deliberate, and all eyes were on him.
I watched him closely as he picked up his cards, but his face remained emotionless.
“Your bet,” he said.
“Check.”
“Check,” Jeremiah nodded.
I took in another big breath. I glanced at Brian, and his face was pale.
It was time. My hands trembled as I placed my cards on the table.
“Full house,” I announced, and an excited murmur went through the crowd.
Jeremiah showed no emotion. A few long seconds passed, and one by one he placed his cards down on the table.
“Four aces,” he said softly.
Loud cheers and applause sounded out, and Jeremiah grinned.
I felt like I’d just been kicked in the head by a mule. I couldn’t breath, and all I could do was stare numbly at the cards.
“Lord help us,” I heard Brian say.
Chapter twenty
Everyone congratulated Jeremiah and wanted to shake his hand. The celebration carried on and on while I just sat there with a pained expression.
The crowd finally thinned. Jeremiah glanced at me and smiled pleasantly.
“Can we talk? Somewhere private?”
I swallowed and licked my lips.
“In my office,” I managed.
I stood and walked toward the stairs. Jeremiah grabbed all the money on the table and followed after me.
Brian joined us in the office, and his face was dark. He walked over to the window and looked out into the black night.
I sat behind the desk, and I still displayed a stunned look on my face. Meanwhile, Jeremiah dropped all of the money onto the table, and then he sat in a chair across the desk, looking pleased.
“I reckon we should count it and see how much money is
The game changed drastically about an hour later.
By now I had more than doubled my pile of cash, and I was playing dangerously. But then, as if someone slammed a door, all of a sudden I couldn’t win a hand to save my life. The pots started getting higher, and Jeremiah started winning.
I should have seen what was happening, but instead I became even more overconfident and arrogant.
Have you ever seen a fisherman set a hook? That’s what Jeremiah did to me. He put the bait out there, I nibbled, and he yanked hard and sunk the hook deep in my jaw.
I was getting desperate when the best hand of the night was finally dealt to me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I held three kings and two jacks, meaning a full house. My palms got sweaty in anticipation.
I should have been wary, because Jeremiah was dealing. But I was desperate to recover what I’d lost, so once again I ignored that little voice inside me.
It was my bet. I looked at my cards once more, and then I eyed the cash that I had remaining on the table.
“I have around two thousand here,” I said, and I pushed it all towards the middle of the table.
A surprised murmur went around the table.
“Too rich for me,” the man next to me said, and one by one everybody folded until the bet came to Jeremiah.
Jeremiah took in a big breath and let it out slowly. He looked at his cards once more and smiled.
“Why not,” he said.
It was silent as he counted his money. Then, he reached inside his vest pocket and pulled out another wad of cash.
Jeremiah looked at me.
“I’ll call your two thousand, and I raise you eight thousand.”
There was a surprised hum in the room, followed by a tense silence. I hadn’t noticed before, but Brian stood in the corner, and he was watching closely.
All eyes were on me. I looked at my cards once more and frowned thoughtfully.
“I’ll call,” I said, and my voice was hoarse.
“I don’t see any money on the table.”
“We can cover it,” I said. “The money’s in the safe in my office.”
A few seconds passed as Jeremiah thought on that, and then he nodded.
“Fine by me,” he said, and asked, “How many cards?”
“I’ll play these.”
“Dealer takes two,” he said.
He discarded two cards and dealt himself two more. His movements were slow and deliberate, and all eyes were on him.
I watched him closely as he picked up his cards, but his face remained emotionless.
“Your bet,” he said.
“Check.”
“Check,” Jeremiah nodded.
I took in another big breath. I glanced at Brian, and his face was pale.
It was time. My hands trembled as I placed my cards on the table.
“Full house,” I announced, and an excited murmur went through the crowd.
Jeremiah showed no emotion. A few long seconds passed, and one by one he placed his cards down on the table.
“Four aces,” he said softly.
Loud cheers and applause sounded out, and Jeremiah grinned.
I felt like I’d just been kicked in the head by a mule. I couldn’t breath, and all I could do was stare numbly at the cards.
“Lord help us,” I heard Brian say.
Chapter twenty
Everyone congratulated Jeremiah and wanted to shake his hand. The celebration carried on and on while I just sat there with a pained expression.
The crowd finally thinned. Jeremiah glanced at me and smiled pleasantly.
“Can we talk? Somewhere private?”
I swallowed and licked my lips.
“In my office,” I managed.
I stood and walked toward the stairs. Jeremiah grabbed all the money on the table and followed after me.
Brian joined us in the office, and his face was dark. He walked over to the window and looked out into the black night.
I sat behind the desk, and I still displayed a stunned look on my face. Meanwhile, Jeremiah dropped all of the money onto the table, and then he sat in a chair across the desk, looking pleased.
“I reckon we should count it and see how much money is
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