Chapter Fifteen
Ante Up
The cardinal sin in poker, worse than playing bad cards, worse even than figuring your odds correctly, is becoming emotionally involved. – Katy Lederer
ELENA
“Linda’s calling, Again.”
Ana swings her head into my unorganized bedroom, waving my phone at me from the doorway.
The flash from the phone is as bright as her smile, and it blinks intermittently—almost ominously, signaling an incoming call.
It’s the last thing I need right now. I’d rather ignore it… and Ana. I continue sitting rigidly on my unmade bed, writing fixatedly while my pink-colored phone case dangles playfully in her hands.
“I put my phone on silent for a reason, Ana. You don’t have to broadcast it.” I look up from the pages of my little black agenda. “Or better yet, why don’t you take a mess
