So he looked across the room like he had

So he looked across the room like he had somewhere to go. He had to commit to a destination. An important destination. It was the only way to avoid talking to his friend.

But it was too late. "Joe! imagine seeing you here at the Contact Bridge Championships! How long has it been? Where's your partner?" "Under the rose bushes." he thought to himself.

1924. The New York Bridge Championships. Pre-shuffled and pre-dealt decks in locked cases delivered by New York's Finest. But Joel knew. When Mildred played 7D, he shot her

If Joel had done more research on Mildred he would have found out that she had been kicked out of the New York Tiddlywinks Club for poor gaming strategy. When it came to cards

Mildred had no morals, no conscience and no regrets. She played poker like it was the last game she'd ever play. When Joel partnered Mildred at bridge it was the last time he felt

a woody. It was the way she dealt cards. Her fingers were so deft & swift. Her eyes, flashing with competitiveness. "Joel?" Mildred nudged him under the table. "Joel?! It's your

turn!" Still no response. Mildred finally got up and slapped Joe upside the head, but he just slumped further into his chair, his cards falling to the floor. Mildred sighed.

"What's wrong with you Joe?"Maildred says waiting for an answer, Joe says nothing. Mildred shakes his head and walks to the fountain to get a drink of water. "what's wrong with you

r attitude Joe?" Mildred asked before taking a sip of water. Joe said, "Look Mildred, let's go home. It's been a wild night and I think we're both tired and worn out."