*Johnny*
The delight washing over her features is like the sun breaking through storm clouds. She looks at the table and then gazes back at me. “You’re not serious.”
“I am. I noticed the way you were studying the roulette wheel over there. Was I mistaken regarding what you were striving to decipher: how it worked?” Assuming I have the right of it, I speak to the club owner, with whom I have a friendship, and learn it is easy enough to disassemble and reassemble, so uncomplicated in fact that I can even do it. And it just so happens that there are no plans to use this table tonight.
And so it is that I now stand beside a she-wolf whose face is aglow with anticipation.
“I don’t have tools,” she says.
“Apparently none are needed.” I untie the rope from one of the stanchions standing guar
