Chapter Nineteen
“Leaving so early?”Butch bellowed, his voice strident with alcohol.
Mickey faltered, half turned. “It’s getting late Butch, big day tomorrow.”
“Naw-w. C’mon over here. The cards ain’t going my way. You’ll bring me luck.”
“Butch. Really, I need...”
He cut her off. “It’ll just take a sec. Help me with this one hand of cards. Okay?”
Mickey knew he wasn’t really asking but demanding, so to avoid a confrontation, she reneged. She dropped her jacket across the back of a chair and moved to stand behind Butch.
“Wha’dyah think?”Butch held up his cards so Mickey could see. “Should I hold ‘em?”
Mickey knew nothing about poker but seeing picture cards, she figured Butch must have a strong hand.
Joe, the rig’s mechanic, dithered with the deck of cards. “Let’s get it on, Butch.
