Chapter 17 - ChanceRick threw the dice onto the playing board. “C'mon, doubles!” he cried. When the pair of dice stopped a collective groan ran through the rest of us. “Hot damn! I still got it! Woo-hoo!” He leaned and grabbed the small car off the playing surface of the Monopoly game board where I had set it up on the coffee table. The five of us had settled on the floor around it. We were still working on getting our choice of playing pieces. Everyone wanted the car or the top hat, so we had to throw for it. I was in last place. I'd thrown a six on the dice. I knew I'd wind up with either the cannon or the iron. I took the iron to make things go quicker. What do I care if I have an iron or a frigging car… it's only a game. Hobart had grudgingly taken the top hat, while Rick snagged the c
